A Handful of Pleasant Delights/A proper wooing Song, intituled: Maide will ye loue me: ye or no?
A proper wooing Song, intituled: Maide will ye loue me: ye or no?
To the tune of the Mirchaunts Daughter went ouer the fielde.
Ayde will ye loue me yea or no?
tell me the trothe, and let me goe.
It can be no lesse then a sinfull deed,
trust me truely,
To linger a Louer that lookes to speede
in due time duely.
¶You Maids that thinke your selu[e]s as fine,
As Venus and all the Muses nine:
The Father himselfe, when he first made man
trust me truely:
Made you for his help when the world began
in due time duely.
¶Then sith Gods wil was euen so.
Why should you disdaine you Louer tho?
But rather with a willing heart,
Loue him truely?
For in so doing, you do but your, part,
Let reason rule ye.
¶Consider (sweet) what sighs and sobbes,
Do nip my heart with cruell throbbes,
And al (my deer) for the loue of you,
Trust me truly:
But I hope that you wil some mercie show,
In due time duely.
¶that you do my case well way,
And shew some signe whereby I may
Haue some good hope of your good grace,
Trust me truely:
I count my selfe in a blessed case,
Let reason rule ye.
¶And for my part, whilst I do liue,
To loue you most faithfully, my hand I giue,
Forsaking all other, for your sweet sake,
Trust me truly:
In token whereof, my troth I betake,
to your selfe most duely.
¶And though for this time we must depart,
yet keep you this ring tru[e] token of my hart,
Til time do serue, we meet againe,
Let reason rule ye.
When an answer of comfort, I trust to obtain,
In due time duly.
¶Now must I depart with sighing teares,
With sobbing heart and burning eares:
Pale in the face, and faint as I may,
trust me truly:
But I hope our next meeting, a ioyfull day,
in due time duly.