Love's up to the elbows.  
To the tune of coddlings.  

 
 

YOu men that loving be, love not too fond,  
Let still your mind live free, yet use them kindly.  
Use not in love excess,  
For here I will express  
I am in love no less  

than up to th' elbows.    

aspide a dainty Dame of fairest feature  
●he was of natures frame a comely creature,  
Her beauty did excel,  
And her sight pleased me well  
With her in lou● 〈◊〉 fell  

up ●o the elbows.    

Oft have I meet this maid yet near spoke to her,  
Bashfulness did persuade, I should not woo her,  
Still this most beauteous prize  
So dazzled mine eyes,  
I fell in woeful wise  

in love to the elbows.    

Once at a Wake I met my lovely sweeting  
When I did clean forget the use of greeting,  
She merry made with Ale,  
Whose acquaintance was but small,  
In love 〈◊〉 further fall  

up to the elbows    

Dancing upon a Green next time I spied her,  
She seemed like Flora's Queen all th'time I eyed her  
Such frolic roundelays  
She danced to win the Bayss  
I fell: while she got the praise  

in love to th' elbows.    

Trasing the fragrant fields one morning early,  
To see what nature yéeldes, Wheat Rye and barley,  
A milking I did find  
This maid of Venus' kind  
Fate hath my love assigned▪  

up to the elbows.    

Selling of Apricocks I spied her standing  
Laid out with golden locks my heart commanding  
I cheapened her ware  
It looked so passing fair  
But her looks cast care on care  

being up to th' elbows.    

Once I occasion took to speak unto her,  
Such was her Beauteous look I fain would woo her  
But speech was spent in vain  
Such words of coy disdain  
From her: my heart hath slain  

being up to th' elbows.     

The second part.  
To the same tune.  
 
 

ONce at a marriage feast we dined together,  
I viewed her 'mongst the rest though minds did sooner  
I feasted on her sight  
She would not looks requite  
Yet still I took delight  

being up to th' elbows.    

Like Helen's is her face with Golden tresses,  
Which shows such splendent grace like young Narcissus  
Her eyes like Lamps do shine  
Her looks are so Divine  
She doth my love confine  

up to the elbows    

Her pretty Dimple Chin, Cheeks red as Cherries  
Her neck like ivory thin with Amber Berries  
Waste short and body tall  
And fingers long and small  
Forced me in love to fall  

up to the elbows.    

From waste unto the foot complete of nature  
None sees but still doth praise this comely creature  
Did face and mind agree  
She then would pity me  
That by love's cruelty  

am up to the elbows.    

Once more I'd court this dame but am asham●●  
And by my rash attempt I might be blamed  
My loving heart doth ache  
For my fair Mistress sake  
What course should lovers take  

being up to the elbows.    

I have seen lovers pine for such like crosses,  
I have seen lovers die for such like losses  
But in extremes of woe  
I néever yet 〈◊〉 know  
In love, a young man so  

up to the elbows.    

Will man that is a man be slaved by woman  
But 'tis a fault in man grown too too come  
To love, yet love in vain  
And be not beloved again  
I plunged am in love's pain  

up to the elbows.    

Vanish all fearful fear I will unto her  
Vanish all careful care for I must woo her  
If we can well agree  
And she can fancy me  
No longer love shall be  

up to the elbows.     
FINIS.   

Printed at London for H. G.