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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 XXXV.

AVISA.
When first you did request to talke
With me alone a little space,
When first I did consent to walke
With you alone within this place,
From this your sage, and sober cheare,
I thought some graue aduise to heare.


Some say that womens faces faine
A modest shew, from wanton hart;
But giue me leaue, I see it plaine,
That men can play a duble part,
I could not dreame, that I should find
In lustlesse shew, such lustfull mind.
You make as though you would not speake,
As vnacquainted yet with loue,
As though your mind you could not breake,
Nor how these secret matters moue,
You blush to speake, Alas the blush,
Yet this is all not worth a rush.
Such slie conceites are out of ioynt,
So foule within, so faire without,
Not worth in proofe a threden poynt:
But now to put you out of doubt,
Your thought is far deceiu'd of mee,
As you in time shall plainely see.
If you had knowne my former life,
With spotlesse fame that I haue held,
How first a maide, and then a wife,
These youthly sutes I haue repeld,
You would (I hope) correct your rate,
That iudge me thus a common mate.
Whome you haue seene, I doe not care,
Nor reck not what you did request,
I am content this flout to beare,
In that you say, you like me best,
And if you wish that you agree,
Correct your wrong conceite of mee.