1584.
And thogh of your taunting, I may make my vaunting
as bad or worse than I shal speed:
Sweet heart, though now you forsake it.
I trust you will take it:
and sure I spak[e] it, so 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
and 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.
¶Dame Beauties replie to the Louer late at libertie: and now complaineth himselfe to be her captiue, Intituled: Where is the life that late I led.
He life that erst thou ledst my friend,
was pleasant to thine eies:
But now the losse of libertie,
thou seemest to despise.
Where then thou ioiedst thy will,
now thou doest grudge in heart:
Then thou no paine nor grief didst feele,
but now thou pinest in smart.
