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Willobie His Avisa

Or The true Picture of a modest Maid, and of a chast and constant wife. In Hexamiter verse. The like argument wherof, was neuer heretofore published [by Henry Willoby]
  

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CANT. II.

NOB.
Now is the time, if thou be wise,
Thou happie maide, if thou canst see,
Thy happiest time, take good aduise,
Good fortune laughs, be rulde by me:
Be rulde by me, and her's my faith,
No Golde shall want thee till thy death.
Thou knowest my power, thou seest my might,
Thou knowest I can maintaine thee well,
And helpe thy friends vnto their right;
Thou shalt with me for euer dwell,
My secret friend thou shalt remaine,
And all shall turne to thy great gaine.
Thou seest thy parents meane estate,
That barres the hope of greater chance;
And if thou proue not wise too late,
Thou maist thy selfe, and thine aduance:
Repulse not fondly this good hap,
That now lies offred in thy lap.


Abandon feare that bars consent,
Repel the shame that feares a blot,
Let wisdome way what faith is ment,
That all may praise thy happie lot;
Thinke not I seeke thy liues disgrace;
For thou shalt haue a Ladies place.
Thou art the first my fancie chose,
I know thy friends will like it well:
This friendly fault to none disclose,
And what thou thinkst, blush not to tell,
Thou seest my loue, thou know'st my mind,
Now let me feele, what grace I find.