A Serious Discourse between two lovers.  
This Song will teach young Men to woo,  
And show young Maidens what to do;  
Nay it will learn them to be cunning too.  
To the Tune of, When Sol will cast no Light, Or, Deep in love.  By John Wade. 
 


MY pretty little Rogue  
do but come hither,  
With thee i'll not collogue,  
if thou'lt consider  
The pains sor thee i've took,  
Cupid so wounds me.  
But now i'm in the Brook,  
if thou dost not love me.   

I'll forsake all my Kin,  
Father and Mother,  
I value not a pin,  
or any other;  
'Tis only thy sweet fate  
the which doth move me,  
And I think thou hast some grace,  
and thou'lt love me.   

Riches i'll promise none,  
nor no great treasure.  
Because i'll do no wrong  
to thee my pleasure:  
But all that e'er I have,  
thou shalt command it,  
And i'll maintain thee brave,  
thou'st understand it.   

My Word nor yet my Oath  
shall not be broken,  
Then take this sugared Kiss,  
in sign of Love's token.  
My heart is stern and true,  
then let pity move thee,  
I'll not seek for a new,  
if thou'lt but love me.   

The Maid.  
Good Sir I thank you fine  
for what is spoken,  
But all's not gold that shines,  
and as for your token.  
I shall not it receive,  
though you do prove me.  
My joy thou'lt ne'er bereave,  
for I cannot love thee.    

The second Part,  
To the same Tune.  

Young Men can swear and lie,  
but who will believe them,  
All goodness they defy,  
and it ne'er grieves them,  
Only to tempt a Maid  
by their delusion,  
Therefore I am afraid  
'twil breed confusion.   

A Maid had need beware  
that doth mean honest,  
Lest she falls in a snare  
when they do promise:  
For they will vow and swear  
they'll never leave you,  
But when they know your mind,  
then they'll deceive you.   

Therefore I will be wise,  
lest I be taken,  
In a Fool's Paradise,  
and then be forsaken.  
I'll put no trust in man,  
to one nor other,  
Let them do what they can,  
if't were my brother.   

The Man.  

My Dear you do but jest,  
I may boldly speak it,  
Of all I love thee best,  
prithee so take it.  
There is no flesh alight  
ever shall move me,  
If thou wilt be my Wife,  
i'll dearly love thee.   

Servants on thee shall tend,  
and come at thy pleasure,  
For I will be thy friend  
to bring thee treasure.  
What canst thou wish for more,  
then do but prove me,  
And thou shalt plainly find  
how dear I love thee.   

For means thou shalt not want,  
if I do gain thee,  
I have good house and land,  
for to maintain thee.  
I have good Sheep i'th' field,  
and Beast's thats ploving,  
All is at thy command,  
if thou'lt be loving.   

I'll give thee gold my dear,  
I'll give thee money,  
Then thou needest not to fear,  
I'll be thy honey:  
No Lady in the Land  
ever shall move me,  
Thou'st have my heart and hand  
if thou'lt but love me.    

The Maid.  

Your words are very fair,  
I much commend you,  
Seeing you are so fair,  
thus I'll be friend you:  
Though at first I was coy,  
'twas but to prove thee,  
Yet now I'll be thy joy,  
and dearly love thee.   

The young man hearing this,  
by the hand took her,  
The bargain sealed with a Kiss,  
he ne'er forsook her.  
But straight to Church they went  
things were so carried,  
He gave his Love content,  
when they was Married.   

Thus all young Maids may find  
young men are honest,  
If they bear the like mind,  
true to their promise,  
But if they falaste,  
who can believe them?  
And when they have lost their loves  
then it doth grieve them.      

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, in West-smithfiled.