The Song.
[Wooe her, and win her, he that can]
1
Wooe her, and win her, he that can:
Each woman hath two lovers,
So shee must take and leave a man,
Till time more grace discovers;
This doth Jove to shew that want
Makes beautie most respected;
If faire women were more skant,
They would be more affected.
2
Courtship and Musicke suite with love,
They both are workes of passion;
Happie is he whose words can move,
Yet sweete notes helpe perswasion.
Mixe your words with Musicke then,
That they the more may enter;
Bold assaults are fit for men,
That on strange beauties venture.
