The Honest Wooer, His mind expressing in plain and few terms,  
By which to his Mistress his love he confirms.   
To the tune of, Lulling beyond her.  
 

FAirest Mistress, cease your moan,  
spoil not your eyes with weeping,  
For certainly if one be gone,  
you may have another sweeting:  
I will not compliment with oaths,  
nor speak you fair to prove you,  
But save your eyes to mend your clothes  
for it is I that love you.   

I will not boast of substance great,  
wherewith I can endow you,  
Nor what apparel nor what meat,  
I'm able to allow you;  
You know 'tis time that all things tries  
let then my affection move you,  
And weep no more but save your eyes,  
for it is I that love you.   

If I should say y'have golden hairs,  
I should both lie and flatter,  
Why should I say thine eyes are stars,  
when there is no such matter?  
Every like is not the same  
yet none I prise above you,  
To sigh so sore you are much to blame,  
for it is I that love you   

With courtly words I cannot court,  
like one whose tongue is filled,  
By subtle speakers in that sort,  
poor women are oft beguiled:  
I speak no more but what I mean,  
then do as it doth behoove you,  
And do not waste your tears in vain,  
for it is I that love you.   

You may, I know, have choice of men,  
that many ways excel me,  
But yet in love I pass all them,  
my conscience this doth tell me,  
Then let no riches buy my prize,  
nor flattering words remove you,  
To sigh and sob you are very unwise,  
for it is I that love you.   

I am thy constant Pyramus,  
be thou my constant Thysbe,  
That such a match is made by us,  
let this a sealing kiss be,  
I never will revoke my vow,  
nor deem any Lass above you,  
Than dearest leave your sorrow now,  
for it is I that love you.   

Now if you do my love deny,  
and utterly refuse me,  
I will not say for love I'll dye,  
in that you shall excuse me:  
Some say so, yet mean nothing less,  
but pity I hope will move you,  
Not to put me to that distress,  
for it is I that love you.    


The second part; Being an answer of the Maiden kind,  
Correspondent to the plain Young 〈◊〉 〈◊〉   
To the same tune.  
 

AS the lost intant doth rejoice,  
when he hath found his Mother,  
So am I glad to hear the voice  
of you my constant Lover:  
Believe me Harry if you will,  
since I so true do prove you,  
Come when you will and welcome still  
for it is I that love you.   

I loved a false disloyal youth,  
which caused my thus lamentingus,  
For in his words there were no truth,  
but subtle circumventing;  
You use plain dealing which is best,  
so still it doth behoove you,  
And therefore set your heart at rest,  
for it is I that love you.   

And now henceforth I will give over,  
to weep for him that jeers me,  
And his affection I'll abhor,  
for no true love he bears me,  
With you I will rejoice my dear,  
let no false tales remove you,  
Believe not every news you hear,  
for it is I that love you.   

As Hypsocrats of Pontus' Queen,  
did follow her Mithridates,  
Thorough uncouth woods & forests green  
so nothing shall separate us:  
I'll circulate the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
nought shall ●or●… 〈◊〉  
Think not that I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
for it is I that love you.   

Nor Lucrece nor 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
shall be more 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Ere I'll forsake 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
ten thousand death 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
You need not to repee●… 〈◊〉  
but let me true 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
And so we shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
for it is I that love you.   

judge not amity 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
I yield to your 〈◊〉  
Love is a thing 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
without any 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
You love plain 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
then why should 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Against my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
for it is I that love you.   

And thus with 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
this couple 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
The Parson 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉  
and then 'twas 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
I hope the love 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
unto delight 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
Each of them 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
for it is I that love 〈◊〉▪    

Printed at London for F. Coules, dwelling in the Old-Baily 〈◊〉 〈◊〉