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A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses

Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson

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A maides complaint for lack of a loue: Expressing the anguish in mind she doth prooue
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

A maides complaint for lack of a loue: Expressing the anguish in mind she doth prooue

No Maiden may so well as I,
complaine of her hard destiny:
I am now in prime of yeares,
yet there is no yong man beares,
A brest that harboreth a heart,
that hath compassion on my smart.
Therefore I am sore affraid,
I shall liue and dye a maid.
I cast as other maidens doe,
Amorous glances for to woe:
Youngmen to settle on my loue,
but those glances do not prooue.
They are like shaftes by blindmen shot,
against a marke that nere is hot.


Therefore I am sore affraid,
I shall liue and die a maide.
Twenty winters haue I seene,
as as many sommers greene,
Tis enough to breed dispaire,
so long a maiden-head to beare,
Tis a burden of such waight,
that I would faine be easd oft straight.
But alasse I am afraid, &c.
I know that young-men me reiect,
my beauty merrits more respect:
My quicke gray eye my chery cheeke,
where they may finde that list to seeke
Matter to increase loues fire,
and to stir them to desire:
But alasse I am afraid, &c.
Higho I loue, yet modesty,
bids me not too too free:
In demonstrating my paine,
least rebuke and shame I gaine.
But where fire is there it smoakes,
anguish followes heauy stroakes:
Out alasse I am afraid. &c.


I loue, yet loue binds me to paine,
loue reiected's louers baine,
We maides are bound by modesty,
at all assaies to secrecy.
Modestie's too strict a dame,
to her will I cannot frame.
Out alasse I am afraid, &c.
Time hath wrought an alteration,
blushing is a fooliw fashion:
All maides leaue it, so will I,
and to my sore, a salue apply.
Babish blushing hinders all,
who would to modesty be thrall.
I will be no more afraid,
Ile no longer be a maide.
Bashfull young-men make vs bould,
when they loue in bondage hould,
They take from vs that ruddy dye,
that should vpon our faces lye.
Condemne vs not then, loue makes way,
like fire that's hid in dryest hay,
I will be no more afraid,
Ile no longer liue a maide.
FINIS.