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True love is a celestial charm,
bat the flame of lust a raging fire,
But when her senses did revive
he many vows and oaths did make,
That he’d for ever true remain,
and her company would not forsake.

PART. II.

NOW virgins, in the second part,
observe this lady’s fatal end,
When once your virtue is betrayed,
you’ve nothing young men will commend.
After the traitor had his will,
he never did come near her more.
And from her eyes both day and night,
for his sake the crystal tears did pour,

Into the mourning valley she,
would often wander all alone,
And for the jewel she had lost,
in the bower thus would often mourn.
Oh! that I was some pretty bird,
that I might fly to hide my shame;
Oh! silly maid for to believe,
all the fair delusions of man.

The harmless lamb sports and plays,
the turtle constant to his mate;
Nothing so wretched is as I,
to love a man that does me hate,
I will to him a letter send,
remembering him of the oathes be made,