MAN.

Yf that Ye went, Ye fhulde repent;

For in the Forrest now

I have purveid me of a Maide,

Whom I Love more than You.
Another fayrer than e'er Ye were ;
I dare it well avowe:

And of You bothe, Eche fhulde be wrothe
Wyth other, as I trowe.

It were myn Efe, to lyve in Pefe:

So wyl I, yf I can:

Wherefore I to the Wode wyl go,
Alone, a banishyd Man.

WOMAN..

Though in the Wode, I undirftode,

Ye had a Paramour ;

All this may nought remove my Thought,
But that I will be Your.

And She shall fynde Me soft and kynde,
And curteis every hour;

Glad to fulfylle all that She wylle

Commaunde Me to my Pow'r. For had Ye loo, an hundred moo; Yet wolde I be that One:

For in my mynde, of al Mankynde,

I love but You alone.

MAN

MAN.

Myn owne dere Love, I fee the Prove,
That Ye be kynde and trewe;
Of Mayde and Wyf, in al my Lyf,
The best that ever I knew.

Be merey and glad; be no more fad;
The cafe is chaunged newe;

For it were Ruthe, that for your Trouth,
Ye fhuld have cause to rewe.
Be not dismayed; whatsoever I fayd
To you whan I began:

I wyl not to the grene Wode go;
I am no banishyd Man.

WOMAN.

Theis tidingis be more glad to me,

Than to be made a Quene;
Yf I were fure, they should endure:
But it is often seen,

When Men wyl breke Promyfe, they speke
The wordis on the Splene.

Ye shape fome Wyle, Me to begyle,
And ftele fro me, I wene.

Then were the cafe wurs than it was;

And I more woo begon;

For in my mynde, of al Mankynde,

I love but You alone.

MAN

Ye fhall not nede further to drede:

I wyl not difparage

You. God defende; fyth you defcende
Of fo grete a Lynage.

Now understande, to Weftmerlande,
Whiche is my Herytage,

I wyl you bringe; and wyth a Rynge,
By wey of Maryage

I wyl you take, and Lady make,

As fhortly as I can.

Thus have ye wone an Erlie's Son,
And not a banishyd Man.

HENRY

HOU, to whofe Eyes I bend; at whofe Command,

(Tho' low my Voice, tho' artless be

my Hand)

I take the fprightly Reed, and fing, and play;

Careless of what the cens'ring World may say:

Bright CLOE, Object of my constant Vow,

Wilt thou awhile unbend thy serious Brow?

Wilt thou with Pleasure hear Thy Lover's Strains,
And with one Heav'nly Smile o'erpay His Pains?
No longer fhall the Nut-brown Maid be old;
Tho' fince her Youth three hundred Years havé roll'd.
At Thy Defire, She fhall again be rais'd;

And her reviving Charms in lafting Verfe be prais'd.

No

No longer Man of Woman fhall complain,
That He may Love, and not be Lov'd again:
That We in vain the fickle Sex pursue,
Who change the Conftant Lover for the New.
Whatever has been writ, whatever faid
Of Female Paffion feign'd, or Faith decay'd;
Henceforth fhall in my Verfe refuted stand,
Be faid to Winds, or writ upon the Sand.
And while my Notes to future Times proclaim
Unconquer'd Love, and ever-during Flame;
O fairest of the Sex! be Thou my Muse:
Deign on my Work thy Influence to diffufe.
Let me partake the Bleffings I rehearse ;
And grant me Love, the juft Reward of Verfe.

As Beauty's Potent Queen, with ev'ry Grace
That once was EMMA's, has adorn'd Thy Face
And as Her Son has to My Bofom dealt
That constant Flame, which faithful HENRY felt:
O let the Story with Thy Life agree;

Let Men once more the bright Example fee;
What EMMA was to Him, be Thou to Me.

Nor fend Me by thy Frown from Her I love,
Distant and fad, a banish'd Man to rove.

But oh! with Pity long intreated Crown

My Pains and Hopes; and when thou fay'ft that One Of all Mankind thou lov'ft; Oh! think on Me alone.

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