 | Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson |  |
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[Since Love hath brought thee, and I have caught thee]
[1]
Since Love hath brought thee, and I have caught theeHere in this bower And at this Hower,
Nor shall thy faynings, thy coy disdaynings
Thy causelesse Chidings, thy short abidings,
Thy crafty smilings thy quaint beguilings,
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Shall make mee Leave thee No No thou shalt no more deceive mee.
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See'st thou that fountaine, Under that Mountaine,Wat'ring those vallyes, Along whose allyes,
Thou once did'st fly mee, when I did spye thee,
Even in this Atire, Held by a Satyre:
Under that Sapling, In a close grapling
When I did threat him, and after beat him,
And yet would'st leave mee,
No, No, thou shalt no more deceive mee.
3
Then cease thy panting, And be not wanting,In those sweet graces, and deare embraces,
Wherewith thou bindest, all that thou mindest,
And fall a Billing, 'till I be willing,
So to repay thee, that which may stay thee,
And so delight thee, that to requite mee,
Thou ne're wilt leave mee,
Nor ever offer to deceive mee.
| Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson | |