4. Quoth she [,] I do intreat you For to take the pain To do so much for me, As to tye it up again. That will I do sweet-heart, quoth he, When I come on yonder plain. With a down, down, derry down, &c. 5. And when they came upon the plain Upon a pleasant green, The fair maid spread her 1...s abroad, The young man fell between, Such tying of a Garter I think was never seen. To fall down, &c. 6. When they had done their businesse, And quickly done the deed, To fall down together, down She 7. She made to him low curtsies And thankt him for his paine, The young man is to High-gate gone [,] To sell off her commodity She thought it for no shame. 8. When she had done her market, And all her money told To think upon the matter It made her heart full cold [:] But that which will away, quoth she, Poets that have not wealth in wisht excesse, I hope may give like Priests, which is to blesse. Those Priests that told men how to hope and feare, A Priest then his who had a power to blesse? So hopefull is my rage that I begin To shew that feare which strives to keep it in : Your selfe (our Plannet which renewes our year) That through the Mists of error men shall spy On prayers, not swords against authority. Such furious zeale, but not reveng'd with death. Like him the wound that's giv'n you strait shall heal, Then calm by precept such mistaking zeal. I Emptif. Love thee for thy curled haire, Our forefathers did still commend Venus her self might comelier be, Yet hath no such variety. 2. I love thee for thy squinting eyes, For when thou do'st on others look, 3. I love thee for thy copper nose, 4. I love thee for thy Chessenut skin, That colour should be most approv'd, Venus her self, &c. 5. I love thee for thy splay mouth, There's room on either side to kisse, Venus her self, &c. 6. I love thee for thy rotten gummes, Ile keep thy chaps on pap. I |