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I nothing want for to delight
My soul, but those charms of thine;
Our hearts are fix'd, therefore my dear
Like turtle doves let us combine.
Let me embrace my heart's delight
Within this pleasant bower here,
This bank of violets for our bed,
Shaded with these sweet roses fair.
She said, what can you mean, I pray?
I am a noble lady born,
What signifies my beauty bright,
That's a trifle when my honour's gone.
My parents they will me disdain,
Young virgins they will me deride,
Oh! do not prove my overthrow,
If you love me, stay till I am your bride.
Sweet angel bright, I here do vow,
By all the powers that are divine,
I'll ne'er forsake my dearest dear,
You're the girl that doth my heart confine.
But if you will me still deny,
This sword shall quickly end the woe;
Then from her arms he flew straightway,
In fury out his sword he drew.
Her hands as white as lilies fair,
Most dreadfully she then did wring,
And for the jewel she had lost,
She said, my death's approaching.
