ANONYMOUS
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 goose sitting, A pair of mattrass beds, And a bag ful] of shreds; And yet, for all this guedes,
Phillada flouts me !
She hath a clout of mine
Wrought with blue Coventry, Which she keeps for a sign
Of my fidelity: But i' faith, if she flinch
She shall not wear it; Xo Tib, my t'other wench,
I mean to bear it. And yet it grieves my heart So soon from her to part* Death strike me with his dart!
Phillada flouts me.
Xhou shalt eat crudded cream
All the year lasting, And drink the crystal stream
Pleasant in tasting;
g-uedes] goods, property of any kind.
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