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Thus my life, night and day, in soft indolence flows,
scolding, dunning, nor bawling I fear,
Ye marry'd men all then, that wish for repose,
mind, and always be deaf with one ear.
YOUNG MEN are DECEITFUL.
IN this town there lives a sweet lovely creature,
For wit and parentage none can exceed her,
She is now in her prime, gay, brisk, and airy,
And is, now at this time the flower of any.
When to her I did go, I said, Fair creature,
My heart is so enflam’d with your sweet features,
That I can take no rest, my dearest jewel,
For love torments my breast, pray be not cruel.
O fie! young man, she said, if I should love ye,
Your parents they’ll say, you are above me,
Then you’ll not me regard, but prove a rover,
And I shall find it hard for to recover.
Talk not of parentage, no nor relations,
My dear, I have for you such veneration,
Was I a Lord, Duke, or Earl, Cupid direct me,
In rich diamonds & pearls, my dear, I’d deck thee.
Was I a King myself, or rul’d the nation,
Or had I all the world in my possession,
And you as poor as Job, I’d ne’er forsake you,
But mistress of the globe I soon would make you.
Then hearing what he said, she stood amazed,
And nothing to him said, but on him gazed,
When she her silence broke, Cupid regarded her,
You’d thought an angel spoke, had you but heard her.
