The Golden Aphroditis A pleasant discourse, penned by John Grange ... Whereunto be annexed by the same Authour asvvell certayne Metres upon sundry poyntes, as also divers Pamphlets in prose, which he entituleth His Garden: pleasant to the eare, and delightful to the Reader, if he abuse not the scente of the floures |
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My fancie layes liking, oh let thy suyte fall,
Withstand Cupides striking, oh giue him a fall.
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I ran not, nor will not, it pricketh myne harte,
I dare not, I may not, withstand that his darte.
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My fancie denayes thee,
F
But yet sithe I like thee
Oh say me not nay.
G
Affection scholeth
F
No reason it ruleth
To say me denay.
G
And what then?
F
Be flatte then.
G
No likyng I haue,
To wedde gaynst liking, your pardon I craue:
For good will deserueth good will for to haue.
F
Then render loue for loue,
Els shall I die for woe:
G
We see how pynes the doue,
But yet he dyes not tho.
My fancie layes liking, oh let thy suyte fall,
Withstand Cupides striking, oh giue him a fall.
F
I ran not, nor will not, it pricketh myne harte,
I dare not, I may not, withstand that his darte.
G
My fancie denayes thee,
F
But yet sithe I like thee
Oh say me not nay.
G
Affection scholeth
F
No reason it ruleth
To say me denay.
G
And what then?
F
Be flatte then.
G
No likyng I haue,
To wedde gaynst liking, your pardon I craue:
For good will deserueth good will for to haue.
F
Then render loue for loue,
Els shall I die for woe:
G
We see how pynes the doue,
But yet he dyes not tho.
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