1584.]
¶Some goe here, and some goe there,
wheare gases be not geason:
And I goe gaping euery where,
but still come out of season.
Yet faine, &c.
¶I walke the towne, and tread the streete,
in euery corner seeking:
The pretie thinge I cannot meete,
thats for my Ladies liking.
Faine, &c.
¶The Mercers pull me going by,
the Silkie wiues say, what lacke ye?
The thing you haue not, then say I,
ye foolish fooles, go packe ye.
But fain &c.
¶It is not all the Silke in Cheape,
nor all the golden treasure:
Nor twentie Bushels on a heape,
can do my Ladie pleasure.
But faine, &c.
¶The Grauers of the golden showes,
with Iuelles do beset me.
The Shemsters in the shoppes that sowes,
they do nothing but let me;
But faine, &c.
¶But were it in the wit of man,
by any meanes to make it,
I could for Money buy it than,
and say, faire Lady, take it.
Thus, fain, &c.
¶O Lady, what a lucke is this:
that my good willing misseth:
To finde what pretie thing it is,
That my good Lady wisheth.
