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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. XVII.

CAVELEIRO.
Gods wo: I thinke you doe but iest,
You can not thus delude my hope:

A right Caueleiro.

But yet perhaps you thinke it best,

At first to giue but little scope:
At first assault you must retire,
And then be fors't to yeeld desire.

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You thinke, that I would iudge you bad,
If you should yeeld at first assaie,
And you may thinke me worse then mad,
If on repulse send me awaie,
You thinke you doe your credit wrong,
Except you keepe your sutors long.
But I that know the wonted guise,
Of such as liue in such a place,
Old dame experience makes me wise,
To know your meaning by your face,
For most of them, that seeme so chast,
Denie at first, and take at last.
This painted sheth, may please some foole,
That can not see the rustie knife:
But I haue bin too long at schooles,
To thinke you of so pure a life,
The time and place will not permit,
That you can long, here spot-lesse sit.
And therefore wench, be not so strange,
To grant me that, which others haue,
I know that women loue to change,
T'is but deceite, to seeme so graue,
I neuer haue that woman tri'd,
Of whome as yet I was deni'd.
Your godly zeale doth breed my trust,
Your anger makes me hope the more;
For they are often found the worst,
That of their conscience make such store,
In vaine to blush, or looke aside,
A flat repulse, I can not bide.