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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>Courtly new Ballad of the Princely wooing of the faire Maid of London, by King <HI>Edward.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of, <HI>Bonny &s;weet Robbin.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>FAaire Angell of <HI>England,</HI> thy beauty mo&s;t bright'</L>
<L>Is all my hearts trea&s;ure my ioy and delight:</L>
<L>Then grant me &s;weet Lady thy true Love to be,</L>
<L>That I may &s;ay welcome good fortune to me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Turtle &s;o true and cha&s;t in her love,</L>
<L>By gentle per&s;wa&s;ions her fancy will move:</L>
<L>Then ben of intreated &s;w&eacute;et Lady in vaine,</L>
<L>For Nature requireth what I would obtaine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What Phenix &s;o faire that liveth alone,</L>
<L>Is vowed to cha&s;tity being but one?</L>
<L>But be not my Darling &s;o cha&s;te in de&s;ire,</L>
<L>Le&s;t thou like the Phenix do penance in fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But alas (gallant Lady) I pitty thy &s;tate,</L>
<L>In <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">e<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="2 letters">g refolved to live without mate:</L>
<L>For if of our courting the plea&s;ure you knew,</L>
<L>You &s;hall have a liking the &s;ame to en&s;ue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Long time I have &s;ued the &s;ame to obtaine,</L>
<L>Yet am I requited with &s;cornefull di&s;daine:</L>
<L>But if you will grant your good will to me,</L>
<L>You &s;hall be advanced to Princely degree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Promotions and honours may often entice</L>
<L>The cha&s;e&s;t that liveth, though never &s;o nice;</L>
<L>What woman &s;o worthy but will be contenc,</L>
<L>To live in the Palace where Princes frequent?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Two Brides yong &amp; princely to Church have I led,</L>
<L>Two Ladies mo&s;t lovely have decked my bed:</L>
<L>Yet hath thy love taken more root in my heart,</L>
<L>Than all their contentments whereof I had part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Your gentle hearts cannot mens teares much abide,</L>
<L>And women lea&s;t angry when mo&s;t they do chide:</L>
<L>Then yeeld to me kindly and &s;ay that at length,</L>
<L>Men doe want mercy, and poore women &s;trength.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I grant faire Ladies may poore men re&s;i&s;t,</L>
<L>But Princes will conquer and love whom they li&s;t:</L>
<L>A King may command her to lie by his &s;ide,</L>
<L>Who&s;e feature de&s;erveth to be a Kings Bride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In granting your love you &s;hall purcha&s;e renowne,</L>
<L>Your head &s;halbe deckt with <HI>Englands</HI> faire crown,</L>
<L>Thy garment mo&s;t gallant with gold &s;halbe wroght</L>
<L>If true love for trea&s;ure of th&eacute;e may be bought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Great Ladies of honour &s;hall tend on thy traine,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t richly attired with &s;carlet in graine:</L>
<L>My chamber mo&s;t Princely thy per&s;on &s;hall keepe,</L>
<L>Where Virgins with mu&s;icke &s;hal rocke thee a&s;l&eacute;ep.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If any more plea&s;ures thy heart can invent,</L>
<L>Command them &s;w&eacute;et Lady thy mind to content:</L>
<L>For Kings gallant Courts where Princes do dwel</L>
<L>Afford &s;uch &s;weet pa&s;times as Ladies love wel.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then be not re&s;olved to dye a true Maid,</L>
<L>But print in thy bo&s;ome the words I have &s;aid:</L>
<L>And grant a King favour thy true love to be,</L>
<L>That I may &s;ay welcome &s;weet Virgin to me.</L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="response">
<HEAD>The faire Maid of Londons an&s;wer to King <HI>Edwards</HI> wanton Love.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>OH wanton King <HI>Edward</HI> thy labour is vaine,</L>
<L>To follow the plea&s;ure thou can&s;t not attaine,</L>
<L>Which getting thou lo&s;e&s;t, and having do&s;t wa&s;t it</L>
<L>The which is thou purcha&s;e is &s;poil'd if thou ha&s;t it:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But if thou obtain&s;t it thou nothing ha&s;t won,</L>
<L>And I lo&s;ing nothing yet quite am undone,</L>
<L>But if of that Iewell a King doe deceive me,</L>
<L>No King can re&s;tore though a Kingdom he give me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My colour is changed &s;ince you &s;aw me la&s;t,</L>
<L>My favour is vani&s;ht, my beauty is pa&s;t</L>
<L>The Ro&s;es red blu&s;hes that &s;ate on my cheekes,</L>
<L>To palene&s;&s;e are turned, which all men mi&s;likes.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I pa&s;&s;e not what Princes for love doe prote&s;t,</L>
<L>The name of a Virgin contenteth me be&s;t:</L>
<L>I have not de&s;erved to &s;l&eacute;epe by thy &s;ide,</L>
<L>Nor to be accounted for King <HI>Edwards</HI> bride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The name of a Prince&s;&s;e I never did crave,</L>
<L>No &s;uch tipe of honour thy hand-maid will have,</L>
<L>My bre&s;t &s;hall not harbour &s;o lofty a thought,</L>
<L>Nor be with rich proffers to wantonne&s;&s;e brought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If wild wanton <HI>Ro&s;amond</HI> one of our &s;ort,</L>
<L>Had never frequented King <HI>Henries</HI> brave Court:</L>
<L>Such heapes of d&eacute;epe &s;orrow &s;he never had &s;eene,</L>
<L>Nor ta&s;ted the rage of a iealous Qu&eacute;ene.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All men have their freedome to &s;hew their intent,</L>
<L>They win not a woman except &s;he con&s;ent:</L>
<L>Who then can impute to a man any fault&punc;</L>
<L>Who &s;till goes uprightly while women doe halt.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>'Tis counted kindne&s;&s;e in men for to try,</L>
<L>And vertue in women the &s;ame to deny:</L>
<L>For women incon&s;tant can never be prov'd,</L>
<L>Vntill by their betters therein they be mov'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If women and mode&s;ty once doe but &s;ever,</L>
<L>Then farewell good name and credit for ever</L>
<L>And royall King <HI>Edward</HI> let me be exil<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">e,</L>
<L>Ere any man knowes my body's defil'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No, no, my old Fathers reverent teares,</L>
<L>Too d&eacute;epe an impre&s;&s;ion within my &s;oule beares:</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall his bright honour that blot by me have,</L>
<L>To bring his gray haires with griefe to the grave.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The heavens forbid that when I &s;hould dye,</L>
<L>That any &s;uch &s;inne upon my &s;oule lye:</L>
<L>If I have kept me from doing this &s;inne.</L>
<L>My heart &s;hall not y&eacute;eld with a Prince to beginne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come rather with pitty to weepe on my Tombe,</L>
<L>Then for my birth cur&s;e my deare mothers Womb,</L>
<L>That brought forth a blo&s;&s;ome that &s;trained the tr&eacute;e,</L>
<L>With wanton de&s;ires to &s;h<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">me her and me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Leave me (mo&s;t noble King) tempt not in vaine,</L>
<L>My milk-whiie affections with lewone&s;&s;e to &s;tain:</L>
<L>Though <HI>England</HI> will give me no comfort at ail,</L>
<L>Yet <HI>England</HI> &s;hall y&eacute;eld me a &s;ad buriall.</L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>London Printed for <HI>Henry Go&s;&s;on.</HI></P>
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