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IGNOTO.
I loue thee not for sacred chastitie,
Who loues for that? nor for thy sprightly wit,
I loue thee not for thy sweete modestie,
Which makes thee in perfections throane to sit.
Who loues for that? nor for thy sprightly wit,
I loue thee not for thy sweete modestie,
Which makes thee in perfections throane to sit.
I loue thee not for thy inchaunting eye,
Thy beawty rauishing perfection,
I loue thee not for vnchast luxurie,
Nor for thy bodies faire proportion.
Thy beawty rauishing perfection,
I loue thee not for vnchast luxurie,
Nor for thy bodies faire proportion.
I loue thee not for that my soule doth daunce,
And leape with pleasure when those lips of thine,
Giue musicall and gracefull vtterance,
To some (by thee made happy) Poets line.
And leape with pleasure when those lips of thine,
Giue musicall and gracefull vtterance,
To some (by thee made happy) Poets line.
I loue thee not for voice or slender small,
But wilt thou know wherefore? faire sweete for all.
But wilt thou know wherefore? faire sweete for all.
Faith (wench) I cannot court thy sprightly eyes,
With the bace viall plac'd betweene my thyghs,
I cannot lispe nor to some fidell sing,
Nor runne vpon a high strecht minikin,
I cannot whine in puling Elegies,
Intombing Cupid with sad obsequies,
I am not fashiond for these amorous times,
To court thy beawtie with lasciuious rimes:
I cannot dally, caper, daunce, and sing,
Oyling my saint with supple sonnetting.
I cannot crosse my armes or sigh ay me,
Ay me forlorne? egregious foppery,
I cannot busse thy fist, play with thy haire,
Swearing by loue thou art most debonaire:
Not I by God, but shal I tell thee roundly,
Harke in thine eare, Zoundes I can (------) thee soundly.
With the bace viall plac'd betweene my thyghs,
I cannot lispe nor to some fidell sing,
Nor runne vpon a high strecht minikin,
Intombing Cupid with sad obsequies,
I am not fashiond for these amorous times,
To court thy beawtie with lasciuious rimes:
I cannot dally, caper, daunce, and sing,
Oyling my saint with supple sonnetting.
I cannot crosse my armes or sigh ay me,
Ay me forlorne? egregious foppery,
I cannot busse thy fist, play with thy haire,
Swearing by loue thou art most debonaire:
Not I by God, but shal I tell thee roundly,
Harke in thine eare, Zoundes I can (------) thee soundly.
Sweete wench I loue thee, yet I will not sue,
Or shew my loue as muskie Courtiers doe,
I'le not carouse a health to honor thee,
In this same bezling drunken curtesie,
And when alls quaf'd, eate vp my bowsing glasse,
In glory that I am thy seruile Asse,
Nor will I weare a rotten Burbon lock,
As some sworn pesant to a female smock.
VVell featurde lasse, thou knowest I loue thee deare,
Yet for thy sake I will not bore mine eare:
To hang thy duttie silken shootyres thear.
Nor for thy loue wil I once gnash a bricke,
Or some pied coulers in my bonet sticke:
But by the chappes of hell to doe thee good,
I'le freely spende my thrise decocted blood.
Or shew my loue as muskie Courtiers doe,
I'le not carouse a health to honor thee,
In this same bezling drunken curtesie,
And when alls quaf'd, eate vp my bowsing glasse,
In glory that I am thy seruile Asse,
Nor will I weare a rotten Burbon lock,
As some sworn pesant to a female smock.
VVell featurde lasse, thou knowest I loue thee deare,
Yet for thy sake I will not bore mine eare:
To hang thy duttie silken shootyres thear.
Nor for thy loue wil I once gnash a bricke,
Or some pied coulers in my bonet sticke:
But by the chappes of hell to doe thee good,
I'le freely spende my thrise decocted blood.
FINIS.
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