A royal arbor (1663) :: :: University of Virginia Library

Nay pish, nay fie
You venter to enter
A trespass so high,
You'l wish it were undone;
Should any spy,
They'd wonder, look yonder,
I see you'l not flye
The chase you have begun:

Since then y'ave won me,
And all things are free;
I saith you will undo me,
If a tell-tale you be.

2

Now y'have enjoy'd
That measure of pleasure,
Indeed I'm destroy'd,
If I hear of it agen;
Women do prove
Neglected, rejected,
When freedom of Love
Is told to other men:

Since then, &c.

3

Ah take my heart,
I'le ever endeavour
That we never part

'Till death assign the time;
Wer't not to you,
Believe me 'twould grieve me
To do what I do:
O that Love should prove a crime,
Yet 'tis a fault
Of so sweet a degree,
I surely am perswaded,
Court nor Countrey goes free.