A Handefull of pleasant delites Containing sundrie new Sonets and delectable Histories, in diuers kindes of Meeter. Newly deuised to the newest tunes that are now in use, to be sung: euerie Sonet orderly pointed to his proper Tune. With new additions of certain Songs, to verie late deuised Notes, not commonly knowen, nor vsed heretofore, By Clement Robinson, and diuers others |
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An answer as pretie to the scof of his Lady, by the yongman that came a wooing,
Wherein he doth flout her,
Being glad he went without her,
Misliking both her and her dooing.
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An answer as pretie to the scof of his Lady, by the yongman that came a wooing,
Wherein he doth flout her,
Being glad he went without her,
Misliking both her and her dooing.
Alas
Loue, why chafe ye?
Why fret ye, why fume ye?
to me it seemeth verie strange,
Me thinks ye misuse me,
So soone to refuse me,
vnlesse you hope of better change:
Wel, wel:
Wel now, I perceiue ye,
You are mindful to leaue me:
Now sure it doth grieue me:
That I am vnworthie:
That I am vnworthie.
Why fret ye, why fume ye?
to me it seemeth verie strange,
Me thinks ye misuse me,
So soone to refuse me,
vnlesse you hope of better change:
Wel, wel:
Wel now, I perceiue ye,
You are mindful to leaue me:
Now sure it doth grieue me:
That I am vnworthie:
That I am vnworthie.
I mean not to let ye, nor I can not forget ye,
it wil not so out of my minde:
My loue is not daintie, I see you haue plenty
that set so little by your friend.
Goe too spin on now I pray you, I list not to stay,
I will goe play me:
I am vnfit for you, &c.
Leaue off to flout now, & prick on your clout now
you are a daintie Dame indeed,
And thogh of your taūting, I may make my vaunting
as bad or worse thā I shal speed:
Sweet heart, though now you forsake it.
I trust you wil take it:
and sure I spak it, as fine as you make it, &c
Now wil I be trudging, without anie grudging
I am content to giue you ground:
Good reson doth bind me, to leue you behind me,
for you are better lost than found:
Go play, go seeke out Dame pleasure:
You are a trim treasure,
Wise women be daintie,
Of fooles there be plentie, &c.
it wil not so out of my minde:
My loue is not daintie, I see you haue plenty
that set so little by your friend.
I will goe play me:
I am vnfit for you, &c.
Leaue off to flout now, & prick on your clout now
you are a daintie Dame indeed,
And thogh of your taūting, I may make my vaunting
as bad or worse thā I shal speed:
Sweet heart, though now you forsake it.
I trust you wil take it:
and sure I spak it, as fine as you make it, &c
Now wil I be trudging, without anie grudging
I am content to giue you ground:
Good reson doth bind me, to leue you behind me,
for you are better lost than found:
Go play, go seeke out Dame pleasure:
You are a trim treasure,
Wise women be daintie,
Of fooles there be plentie, &c.
If I might aduise ye, few words shuld suffice ye
& yet you shold bestow them wel:
Maids must be manerly, not ful of scurility,
wherein I see you do excel,
Farewel good Nicibicetur,
God send you a sweeter,
A lustie lim lifter, you are a trim shifter, &c.
& yet you shold bestow them wel:
Maids must be manerly, not ful of scurility,
wherein I see you do excel,
Farewel good Nicibicetur,
God send you a sweeter,
A lustie lim lifter, you are a trim shifter, &c.
Finis.
Peter Picks.
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