A well wishing to a place of pleasure.  
To an excellent new Tune.  
 

SEe the building,  
where whilst my mistress lived in,  
was pleasures essence,  
See how it dro●peth,  
And how nakedly it looketh  
without her presence:  
Every creature  
That appertains to nature,  
●'bout this house living,  
Doth resemble,  
If not dissemble,  
due praises giving.  
Hark, how the hollow  
Winds do blow  
and seem to murmur,  
in every corner,  
for her long absence:  
The which doth plainly show  
The causes why I do now  
All this grief and sorrow show.   

See the garden,  
Where I received reward in,  
for my true love:  
Behold chose places,  
Where I received those graces,  
the Gods might move  
The Queen of plenty  
With all the fruits are dainty  
delights to please.   

Flora springing,  
Is ever bringing  
Dame Venus ease,  
Oh see the Arbour where that she  
with melting kisses  
distilling blisses,  
From her true self,  
with joy did ravish me.  
The pretty Nightingale  
did sing melodiously,   

Hail to those Groves,  
Where I enjoyed those loves  
so many days  
Let the flowers be springing  
And sweet birds ever singing  
their Roundelays,  
Many Cupids measures  
And cause for true Love's pleasures,  
be dancd around,  
Let all contentment  
For mirth's presentment,  
this day be found:  
And may the grass grow ever green,  
where we two lying  
have oft been trying,  
More several ways  
than beauties lovely Queen,  
When she in bed with Mars  
by all the Gods was seen.    

An Inconstant Female. With a reward of her disdain in equality.  
To the same tune.  
 

Loving mortal,  
In love I here exhort all,  
in that estate:  
Love is wasting,  
But everlasting  
is women's hate.  
Why then live ye,  
Or wherefore always give ye  
your tears and prayers  
To fond woman,  
Whose mind, so common,  
respect no tears.  
Oh be ruled, and be advis d  
by one hath seen them,  
by one hath known them,  
by one hath found them  
And their loves ●o small,  
For what must parted be,  
To me is nought at all.   

Once I loved  
But thousand times have proved  
a curious Fair  
Helenes feature  
Bears this coy creature  
and Venus' hair,  
Cupid's dandling,  
Her tender breasts handling,  
betwixt them lies.  
Love's pursued,  
The more I viewed,  
love did more rise.  
She did feed me with delay,  
and swore to have me,  
not once to leave me,  
but vow d to love me,  
With the like respect,  
When she another Sweetheart  
Better did affect,   

Void of sorrow,  
A patience pure I borrow,  
and wait the time:  
She neglectful,  
Of some respectful,  
doth let me pine.  
Love's increased,  
But could not be released,  
the more I sue,  
She ungrateful.  
To me turns hateful.  
false, fair, untrue  
Spend 〈◊〉 love. or time of fears,  
I am neglected,  
not once respected,  
but quite rejected,  
And can nothing gain,  
But false dissembling love,  
Or fond to love in vain   

Now a Troulus  
I still must live, yet joyless  
of Cressida:  
loves mistaken,  
And I forsaken,  
am left for aye:  
Fair she fed me,  
Until my Daphne fled me,  
with swiftest wings,  
Fair she proved,  
But false she loved  
so Siren's sings  
But now my Love hath proved untrue,  
disdaining pity,  
to one so witty,  
I'll sing this ditty,  
Thus the n●ce shall sound,  
Falsehearted fickle Maids  
Are better lost then found.   
FINIS.   

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