The poems of William Habington Edited with introduction and commentary by Kenneth Allott |
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The Song in the fourth Act.
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The Song in the fourth Act.
Fine young folly, though you were
That faire beauty I did sweare,
Yet you neere could reach my heart.
For we Courtiers learne at Schoole,
Onely with your sex to foole,
Y'are not worth the serious part.
That faire beauty I did sweare,
Yet you neere could reach my heart.
For we Courtiers learne at Schoole,
Onely with your sex to foole,
Y'are not worth the serious part.
When I sigh and kisse your hand,
Crosse my Armes and wondring stand:
Holding parley with your eye,
Then dilate on my desires,
Sweare the sunne nere shot such fires,
All is but a handsome lye.
Crosse my Armes and wondring stand:
Holding parley with your eye,
Then dilate on my desires,
Sweare the sunne nere shot such fires,
All is but a handsome lye.
When I eye your curle or Lace,
Gentle soule you thinke your face
Streight some murder doth commit,
And your virtue doth begin
To grow scrupulous of my sinne,
When I talke to shew my wit.
Gentle soule you thinke your face
Streight some murder doth commit,
And your virtue doth begin
To grow scrupulous of my sinne,
When I talke to shew my wit.
Therefore Madam weare no cloud
Nor to checke my love grow proud,
For in sooth I much doe doubt
'Tis the powder in your haire,
Not your breath perfumes the ayre,
And your Cloathes that set you out.
Nor to checke my love grow proud,
For in sooth I much doe doubt
'Tis the powder in your haire,
Not your breath perfumes the ayre,
And your Cloathes that set you out.
Yet though truth has this confest,
And I vow I love in Iest:
When I next begin to Court
And protest an amorous flame,
You will sweare I in earnest am:
Bedlam! this is pretty sport.
And I vow I love in Iest:
When I next begin to Court
And protest an amorous flame,
You will sweare I in earnest am:
Bedlam! this is pretty sport.
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