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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. XXXIIII.

D. H.
I haue to say, yet can not speake,
The thing that I would gladly say,
My hart is strong, though tong be weake,
Yet will I speake it, as I may.
And if I speake not as I ought,
Blame but the error of my thought,
And if I thinke not as I should,
Blame loue that bad me so to thinke;
And if I say not what I would,
T'is modest shame, that makes me shrinke,
For sure their loue is very small,
That can at first expresse it all.
Forgiue my blush, if I doe blush,
You are the first I euer tride,
And last whose conscience I will crush,
If now at first I be denide,
I must be plaine then giue me leaue,
I can not flatter nor deceiue.

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You know that Marchaunts ride for gaine,
As chiefe foundations of their state,
You see that we refuse no paine,
To rise betime, and trauell late,
But farre from home, this is the spite,
We want sometimes our chiefe delite.
I am no Saint, I must confesse,
But naturde like to other men,
My meaning you may quickly guesse,
I loue a woman now and then,
And yet it is my common vse,
To take aduise, before I chuse.
I oft haue seene the Western part,
And therein many a pretie elfe,
But found not any in my hart,
I like so well as of your selfe;
And if you like no worse of mee,
We may perhaps in time agree.