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Fair maid! be not so coy.
Do not disdain me!
I am my mother's joy.
Sweet! entertain me.
She'll give me, when she dies,
All that is fitting:
Her poultry and her bees,
And her geese sitting;
A pair of mattress beds,
And a bag full of shreds.
And yet for all these goods;
  PHILLADA flouts me.

She hath a clout of mine,
Wrought with good Coventry;
Which she keeps for a sign
Of my fidelity.
But i' faith, if she flinch,
She shall not wear it:
To TIBB my t'other wench,
I mean to bear it.
And yet it grieves my heart,
So soon from her to part;
Death strikes me with his dart.
  PHILLADA flouts me.

Thou shalt eat curds and cream
All the year lasting;
And drink the crystal stream
Pleasant in tasting.
Wig and whey whilst thou burst,
And ramble berry;
Pie-lid and pasty crust,
Pears, plums and cherry.