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While Strephon thus you teize me,
for to declare my heart:
It sure can be no treason,
if I the truth impart.
It was not your face so charming,
nor yet your shape and air,
It was your gen'rous nature,
that did my heart ensnare.
When Rosalind's face commands,
how vain the essays of man?
She frowns, we break love's silken bands,
she smiles, we love again.
But yet ye fair be not inclin'd,
like her your power to prove;
Few nymphs can charm like Rosalind,
few swains like me can love.
The COBLER of CASTLE BURY.
'TWAS in a village near Castle Bury,
a Cobler and his wife did dwell,
And for a time no two so merry,
their happiness no tongue can tell,
But mortal joys, alas ! are fleeting,
and little things oft cause much strife,
For going to a merry meeting,
the man got drunk and beat his wife.
Yet though he us'd her so unruly
then what did this good creature do!
Now mark my song, I'll tell you truly,
