Her virtue and the conscience of her worth,
That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
That you are in a terrible taking,
By all these sweet oglings I see;
But the fruit that can fall without shaking,
Indeed is too mellow for me.
Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide:
In part she is to blame that has been tried;
He comes too near that comes to be denied.
If I speak to thee in friendship's name,
Thou think'st I speak too coldly;
If I mention Love's devoted flame,
Thou say'st I speak too boldly.
'Tis sweet to think that where'er we rove
We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we're far from the lips we love, We've but to make love to the lips we are near.</poem>
Happy Mary Anerly, looking O so fair;
There's a ring upon your hand, and there's myrtle in your hair.
Somebody is with you now: Somebody I see,
Looks into your trusting face very tenderly.
Arthur James Munby—Mary Anerly.
I sat with Doris, the Shepherd maiden;
Her crook was laden with wreathed flowers;
I sat and wooed her through sunlight wheeling,
And shadows stealing for hours and hours.
Arthur James Munby—Pastoral.
Ye shall know my breach of promise.
Numbers. XIV. 34.
In part to blame is she,
Which hath without consent bin only tride;
He comes too neere, that comes to be denide.
Sir Thos. Overbury—A Wife. St. 36.
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Ah, whither shall a maiden flee,
When a bold youth so swift pursues,
And siege of tenderest courtesy,
With hope perseverant, still renews!
Coventry Patmore—The Chase.
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of the sea; and the way of a man with a maid.
Proverbs. XXX. 19.
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| text = <poem>But in vain did she conjure him
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues failure him,
And but one to bid him go.
Sir Walter Raleigh—Dulcina. Attributed
to Brydges, who edited Raleigh's poems.
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wooed his wench with a pair of kid leather gloves,
a silver thimble, or with a tawdry lace; but now
a velvet gown, a chain of pearl, or a coach with
four horses will scarcely serve the turn ,
Rich—My Lady's Looking Glass.
Wooed, and married, and a',
Married, and wooed, and a'!
And was she nae very weel off
That was wooed, and married, and a'?
Alex. Ross—S
A pressing lover seldom wants success,
Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, sits down
And wastes a ten years' siege before one town.
Nicholas Rowe—To the Inconstant. Epilogue. L. 18.
Lightly from fair to fair he flew.
And loved to plead, lament, and sue,—
( Suit lightly won, and short-lived pain,
For monarchs seldom sigh in vain.
Scott—Marmion. Canto V. St. 9.
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| text = A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee.
All's Well That Ends Well. Act IV. Sc. 2. L. 66.
Most fair,
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms
Such as will enter at a lady's ear
And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?
She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd:
She is a woman, therefore to be won.
Henry VI. Pt. I. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 78.
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To courtship and such fair ostents of love
As shall conveniently become you there.
Merchant of Venice. Act II. Sc. 8. L. 43.
Wooing thee, I found thee of more value
Than stamps in gold or sums in sealed bags;
And 'tis the very riches of thyself
That now I aim at.
Merry Wives of Windsor. Act III. Sc. 4 L
15.
We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be woo'd and were not made to woo.
Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II. Sc 1
L. 241.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
Much Ado About Nothing. Act II. Sc. 3. L.
64. Not in original folio. See also Thos
Percy—The Friar of Orders Gray. ("Weep
no more, Ladies.
