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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. XXVII.

D. B. A French man.
From whence proceeds this sodaine change?
From whence this quainte and coye speech?
Where did you learne to looke so strange?
What Doctor taught you thus to preach?
Into my hart it can not sinke,
That you doe speake, as you doe thinke.
Your smiling face, and glauncing eye,
(That promise grace, and not despite)
With these your words doe not agree,
That seeme to shun your chiefe delight,
But giue me leaue, I thinke it still,
Your words doe wander from your will,
Of women now the greatest part,
Whose place and age doe so require,
Do chuse a friend, whose faithfull hart,
May quench the flame of secret fire,
Now if your liking be not pla'st,
I know you will chuse one at last.


Then chusing one, let me be he,
If so our hidden fancies frame,
Because you are the onely she,
That first inrag'd my fancies flame,
If first you graunt me this good will,
My hart is yours, and shall be still.
I haue a Farme that fell of late,
Woorth fortie pounds, at yearely rent,
That will I giue to mend your state,
And proue my loue is truely ment,
Let not my sute be flat denide,
And what you want, shall be supplide.
Our long acquaintance makes me bold;
To shew my greife, to ease my mind,
For new found friends, change not the old,
The like perhaps you shall not find,
Be not too rash, take good aduice;
Your hap is good, if you be wise.