To whom my heart I have vow'd so true, But her answer was, Sir, I love not you. My sweet, and dearest love, quoth I, Of such a mind I know but few, This is the pleasant maying time, O do not thou my suit disdain, X. THE MAIDEN'S NAY, OR, I LOVE NOT YOU. I SPIED a nymph trip over the plain, I lur'd to her, she turned again, I woo'd her as a young man should do, But her answer was, Sir, I love not you. I thought she seem'd in every part, I told her all the sweet of love, And whatever her mind might move, But her answer was, Sir, I love not you. I told her how I would her deck, Not me (sweet heart) oh tell me why! To whom my heart I have vow'd so true, But her answer was, Sir, I love not you. My sweet, and dearest love, quoth I, This is the pleasant maying time, O do not thou my suit disdain, Yet still she said, Sir, I love not you. Fair nymph, quoth I, but grant me this, The young man proffering then to depart, you. Wherefore with speed she thought it best, To stay him by her kind request; Whose counsels thus hath caus'd her to rue, That ere she said, Sir, I love not you. But now at last she did begin With gentle words to lure him in: SECOND PART. Kind Sir, quoth she, what needs this haste, With that a smile on him she cast, Shame curb'd her long, but affection drew These words, I love no man but you. I feel the force of Cupid's dart, So deep hath pierc'd my tender heart : Do not deny my proffer'd love, |