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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,
Art thou resolv’d a maid to die,
Of such a mind I know but few,
But her answer was, Sir, I love not you.

This is the pleasant maying time,
This is the pleasant golden prime,
But
age

will come and make you to rue, That e're you said, Sir, I love not you.

O do not thou my suit disdain, ,
Nor make me spend my time in vain,
But kindly grant a lover's due,
Yet still she said, Sir, I love not you.

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THE MAIDEN'S NAY, OR, I LOVE

NOT YOU.

I SPI

SPIED a nymph trip over the plain, I lur'd to her, she turned again, I wood her as a young man should do, But her answer was, Sir, I love not you.

I thought she seem'd in every part,
So lovely fram'd by Nature's art,
Her beauty soon allured me to woo,
But her answer was, Sir, I love not you.

I told her all the sweet of love,
And whatever her mind might move,
To entertain a lover true,
But her answer was, Sir, I love not you.

I told her how I would her deck,
Her head with gold, with pearls her neck,
She gave a frown, and away she flew,
But her answer was, Sir, I love not you.

Not me (sweet heart) oh tell me why!
Thou should my proffer'd love deny,

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,
Art thou resolv'd a maid to die,
Of such a mind I know but few,
But her answer was, Sir, I love not you.

This is the pleasant maying time,
This is the pleasant golden prime,
But
age
will come and make

you
That e’re you said, Sir, I love not you.

to rue,

O do not thou my suit disdain,
Nor make me spend my time in vain,
But kindly grant a lover's due,
Yet still she said, Sir, I love not you.

Fair nymph, quoth I, but grant me this,
To enrich my lips with one poor kiss,
I grant you that, which I grant but few,
Yet still she said, Sir, I love not you.

The young man proffering then to depart,
It griev'd this maiden then to the heart,
For having kist, О then did she rue,
That ere she said, Sir, I love not 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 :
The second part shall plainly shew
She chang'd her note of, I love not you.

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 :
Believe me then, for my words are true,
You will I love, Sir, and none but you.

Do not deny my proffer'd love,
Nor think that I the wanton prove:
Though women seldom use to woo,
Yet I will love, Sir, and none but you.

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