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sire: What better place can Love desire Than that where grow both shafts and fire? From JOHN ATTYE's _First Book of Airs_, 1622. On a time the amorous Silvy Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how do you? Kiss me this once, and then God be wi' you, My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then God be wi' you, For now the morning draweth near.' With that, her fairest bosom showing, Opening her lips, rich perfumes blowing, She said, 'Now kiss me and be going, My sweetest dear! Kiss me this once and then be going, For now the morning draweth near.' With that the shepherd waked from sleeping, And, spying where the day was peeping, He said, 'Now take my soul in keeping, My sweetest dear! Kiss me, and take my soul in keeping, Since I must go, now day is near.' From ROBERT JONES' _First Book of Songs and Airs_, 1601. Once did I love and yet I live, Though love and truth be now forgotten; Then did I joy, now do I grieve That holy vows must now be broken. Hers be the blame that caused it so, Mine be the grief though it be mickle;[12] She shall have shame, I cause to know What 'tis to love a dame so fickle. Love her that list, I am content For that chameleon-like she changeth, Yielding such mists as may prevent My sight to view her when she rangeth. Let him not vaunt that gains my loss, For when that he and time hath proved her, She may him bring to Weeping-Cross: I say no more, because I loved her. [12] Old ed., "little" From HENRY YOULL's _Canzonets to Three Voices_, 1608. Once I thought to die for love, Till I found that women prove Traitors in their smiling: They say men unconstant be, But they themselves Jove change, we see, And all is but beguiling. From THOMAS WEELKES' _Madrigals_, 1597 Our country-swains in the morris dance Thus woo and win their brides, Will for our town the hobby horse At pleasure frolic rides: I woo with tears and ne'er the near, I die in grief and live in fear. From GILES FARNABY's _Canzonets_, 1598. Pierce did love fair Petronel Because she sang and danced well And gallantly could prank it; He pulled her and he haul'd her And oftentimes
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