An excellent Ditty called the Shepherds Wooing Fair Dulcina.  
To a new tune called Dulcina.  
 

AS at noon Dulcina rested,  
In her sweet and shady bower,  
Came a Shepherd and requested  
in her arms to sleep an hour.  
But from her look  
A wound be took.  
so far that for a farther boon,  
The nymph he prays,  
Wherefore she says   

Forgo me now, come to me soon,   

But in vain she did conjure him  
for to leave her presence so.  
Having thousand means to assure him  
and but one to let him go.  
Where lips invite  
And eye delight.  
and cheeks as fresh as Rose in June,  
Persuades to stay  
What boots to say,   

Forgo me now, etc,   

Words, whose hopes have now enjoined  
Him to let Dulcina sleep.  
Could a man's love be co●…ned  
or a maid her promise keep  
No for her Wast  
he held her fast,  
as she was constant to her tune,  
And still she spoke,  
〈…〉 sake   

  

He demands what time or leisure,  
can there be more fit than now  
She says, men may say their pleasure,  
yet of it I do not allow  
The sun's clear light  
Shineth more bright,  
quoth he, more fairer than the Moon,  
For her to praise  
He loves he says,   

Forgo me now, &c.  
But no promise nor profession,  
from his hands to purchase scope,  
Who would sell the sweet possession  
of such beauty for a hope,  
Or for the fight  
Of lingering night.  
forgo the pleasant tops of noon,  
Though none so fair,  
Her speeches were,   

Forgo me now, &c.   

Now at last agreed, these Lovers  
she was fair and he was young,  
If you'll believe me I will fell ye  
true love stred lasteth long:  
He said my dear  
My love not fear  
bright Phoebus' beams outshines the moon  
Dulcina prays  
And to him says   

  

DAy was spent, and night approached  
Venus fair was lover's friend,  
She entreated bright Apollo,  
that his Steeds their race might end,  
he could not say  
this Goddess nay.  
but granted loves fair Queen her boon  
the Shepherd came  
to this fair Dame,   

Forgo me now, come to me soon.   

Sweet he said as I did promise,  
I am now returned again,  
Long delay (you know) breeds hunger  
and to lovers breedeth pain,  
the Nymph said then  
Above all men,  
●…i●… welcome Shepherd morn and 〈◊〉,  
the Shepherds prays,  
Dulcina says.   

Shepherd I doubt thou art come, to soon   

When that bright Aurora blushed,  
came the Shepherd to his dear,  
Pretty Birds most sweetly warbled,  
and the noon approached near,  
Yet still away  
the Nymph did say,  
the Shephe●●● 〈…〉 a swoun●,  
At length she s●●●  
Be not afraid,   

Forgo me now, &c.   

With their of heart the Shepherd hasted  
up the Mountains to his flocks,  
Then he took a Reed and pipes,  
Echo founded through the Rocks  
thus did he play,  
and wished the day. (noon  
Were spent, and night were come ere  
the silent night  
Is love's delight.   

I●le go to fair Dulcina soon.   

Beautions Darling, fair Dulcina,  
like to Venus for her love  
Spent away the day in passion,  
mourning like the Turtle Dove.  
Meloveously  
Notes low and high.  
the Humbled forth this doleful tune  
Oh come again  
Sweet Shepherd swain,   

Thou canst not be with me too soon,   

When that Theirs in her palace,  
had received the Prince of light,  
Came in Corïdon the Shepherd,  
to his love and hearts delight.  
then Pan did play,  
the wood-nymps they  
did 〈…〉 p and dance to hear the tune  
Hymen did play  
'tis holiday.   

Fo●●● 〈◊〉 ●ow come to me s oon▪    

Printed for F. Coles, T Vere, and W Gilbert 〈…〉