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[Yong & simple though I am]
Yong & simple though I am,
I have heard of Cupids name,
Guess I can what thing it is,
Men desire when they do kisse,
Smoke can never burn they say,
But the flames that follow may.
I have heard of Cupids name,
Guess I can what thing it is,
Men desire when they do kisse,
Smoke can never burn they say,
But the flames that follow may.
I am not so fond, so fair,
To be proud, or to dispair;
Yet my lips have oft observ'd,
Men that kisse them presse too hard,
As glad Lovers use to doe,
When their new met Loves they wooe.
To be proud, or to dispair;
Yet my lips have oft observ'd,
Men that kisse them presse too hard,
As glad Lovers use to doe,
When their new met Loves they wooe.
Faith 'tis but a foolish minde,
Yet me thinkes a heat I finde,
And thirsty longing that doth bide
Ever on the weaker side:
O I feele my heart doth move,
Venus grant it be not love.
Yet me thinkes a heat I finde,
And thirsty longing that doth bide
Ever on the weaker side:
O I feele my heart doth move,
Venus grant it be not love.
If it be alasse, what then,
Were not women made for men?
As good it were a thing were past,
That must needs be done at last:
Roses that are overblowne,
Grow lesse sweet, and fall alone.
Were not women made for men?
As good it were a thing were past,
That must needs be done at last:
Roses that are overblowne,
Grow lesse sweet, and fall alone.
Yet no Churle or silken Gull
Shall my Virgin Blossom pull,
Who shall not, I soone can tell,
Who shall, would I could as well;
Yet I'm sure what ere he be,
Love he must, or flatter me.
Shall my Virgin Blossom pull,
Who shall not, I soone can tell,
Who shall, would I could as well;
Yet I'm sure what ere he be,
Love he must, or flatter me.
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