As pleasant a ditty as your heart can wish, Showing what unkindness befell by a Kiss.  

MY Mistress sings none other song,  
but still complains I do her wrong,  
Believe her not it is not so:  

For I did but kiss her,  
For I did but kiss her  
and so let her go    

And now she swears I did: but what,  
Nay, nay, I must not tell you that  
And yet I will it is so sweet,  

as teehe taha,  
as teehe taha.  
when lovers do meet.    

But women's words they are heedless,  
to tell you more it were needles  
I ran and caught her by the arm,  

and then I kissed her,  
and then I kissed her,  
was this any harm.    

Yet out alas she's angry still  
which showeth but a woman's will  
She bites the lip, and cries fie fie,  

and kissing sweetly,  
and kissing sweetly,  
away she doth fly.    

Actaeon for one sight did die,  
so for one silly kiss must I:  
Unwares fond love did me betray  

When I gave her vantage  
when I gave her vantage  
and she fled away.    

She strived & wrangled full sore with me  
and cried'st for shame let it be  
You do me wrong to use me so  

Therefore be quiet,  
Therefore be quiet  
and now let me go.    

Yet still I held her by the hand  
her words could not my will withstand  
she frowned, she pouted, she looked sour  

and still I held her  
and still I held her,  
within my power.    

At last she 'gan for anger cry,  
and then my heart with grief did die  
I could no longer her contain.  

But thus we parted  
But thus we parted  
unto my great pain.    

And since when I with her do meet  
with words unkind she doth me greet  
At me her wanton head she shakes.  

and as a stranger  
and as a stranger  
my favours she takes.    

But yet her looks bewrays content  
& cunningly her brawls are meant  
As Lovers use to play and sport,  

when time and leisure  
when time and leisure,  
is too too short.    
Finis.   

At London printed for T. P.