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THE DISTRESSED MAIDEN.
WAS ever maiden fair distrest in love like me,
long time I've been courted, alas I to my pain,
My love is forlorn, and I am left alone,
he loves another, and he doth me disdain.
When first a wooing my love came to me,
how happy was I in the sight of my dear,
My love is forsworn, and I am left to mourn,
Cupid direct me the way I'm to steer.
My lovesick heart ⟨is⟩ oft, since my love ⟨has been⟩ crost,
like to a ship that sails on the sea,
Where the lofty sails so high, blow the sails to the sky,
thus my poor senses are wavering from me.
Go most profane man, how apt are you to trepan,
their eyes show deceit, so fair are their tongues,
Their feet are swift to go, young virgins to undo
hard are their hearts that do virgins trepan.
THE ANSWER.
What voice is this I hear, sound like my dearest deat,
cease to lament love, for still I am true,
No man e'er was born could your bright beauty scorn,
and I adore no fair creature but you.
How are are maidens fair to rave in deep despair,
they think they're forsaken in ev'ry degree,
When fear fills their mind, that men are unkind,
and will court each new face that they see.
Let's not disputing stand, we'll join our hearts & hand,
come pretty maids convey my delight,
From church to the bed, where all sorrows are fled,
⟨whilst⟩ raptures shall crown the long night.
