1584.
Thus fain wold I haue had this preti thing
to giue vnto my Ladie:
I said no harme, nor I ment no harme,
but as pretie a thing as may be.
A proper wooing Song, intituled: Maide will ye loue me: ye or no?
To the tune of the Mirchaunts Daughter went ouer the fielde.
Ayde will ye loue me yea or no?
tell me the trothe, and let me goe.
It can be no lesse then a sinfull deed,
trust me truely,
To linger a Louer that lookes to speede
in due time duely.
¶You Maids that thinke your selu[e]s as fine,
As Venus and all the Muses nine:
The Father himselfe, when he first made man
trust me truely:
Made you for his help when the world began
in due time duely.
¶Then sith Gods wil was euen so.
Why should you disdaine you Louer tho?
But rather with a willing heart,
Loue him truely?
For in so doing, you do but your, part,
Let reason rule ye.
¶Consider (sweet) what sighs and sobbes,
Do nip my heart with cruell throbbes,
And al (my deer) for the loue of you,
Trust me truly:
But I hope that you wil some mercie show,
In due time duely.
