Come turn to me thou pretty little one, and I will turn to thee.  
To a pleasant new Tune.  
 

SWeet if thou wilt be  
As I am to thee,  
Then by Cupid's Mother,  
I have vowed to have  
none other she:  
Then turn to me thou pretty little one,  
And I will turn to thee.   

Those bright eyes of thine  
Which do dazzle mine  
Like the stars of Heaven,  
Which do keep their even  
course and shine:  
Then let us in conjunction meet  
and both our loves combine.   

If that lovely Face,  
Will to mine give place,  
That with love's devotion  
We may use the motion,  
of embrace:  
Then sit thee down my pretty little one  
and let us love a space.   

What hurt is in this?  
For to take a kiss  
If it may be granted  
I that long have wanted  
such a bliss:  
Then be not sparing of a few,  
whereas such plenty is.   

If thy breasts do pant  
For the milk they want,  
Every Hill and Mountain  
To supply each Fountain,  
be not scant:  
Then give to me thy lily white hand,  
and I thee mine will grant.   

If so be that I,  
May but thee come nigh,  
The Vine and Elm shall never,  
join more close together  
then will I:  
Then show thy fruits my amorous joy  
and I'll with love supply.   

If that thou dost crave,  
Silks and Garments brave  
Or what rich attire  
Could thy heart desire  
to receive:  
Declare to me thou pretty little one,  
thou canst but ask and have.   

From the Indies far,  
Where rich jewels are;  
I will bring thee treasure  
Far beyond all measure  
and compare:  
Then be not coy my pretty little one  
for I no cost will spare   

RI   

RI   

Sweetheart for thy sake  
I will never make,  
Choice of any other,  
Then by Cupid's Mother  
freely speak:  
It's at thy choice my dearest Love,  
either to leave or take.   

I thy Mary gold  
Wrapped in many fold,  
Like the golden Client  
To the Sun suppliant  
show its gold:  
Display the beams my glorious Sun  
and I'll to thee unfold.   

Those bright locks of hair  
Spreading o'er each ear,  
Every crisp and curl  
Far more rich than pearl,  
doth appear:  
Then be thou constant in thy love  
and I will be thy Dear.   

Till I have possessed,  
Thee whom I love best,  
I have vowed for ever,  
In thy absence never,  
to take rest:  
Deny me not thou pretty little one,  
In whom my hopes are blest.   

If a kiss or two  
Can thee a favour do  
Were it more than twenty  
Love's endued with plenty  
Lovers know:  
For thy sweet sake a thousand take,  
for that's the way to woo.   

It doth grieve my heart  
From thee for to part  
It is to me more pleasant,  
Ever to be present  
where thou art:  
Yet in the absence of a friend,  
my love shall never start.   

As to me thou art kind,  
Duty shall me bind  
Ever to obey thee,  
Reason so doth sway me  
to thy mind:  
Thou hast my heart where ere thou art  
although I stay behind.   

In thy bed or bark  
I will be thy mark,  
Couples yet more loving  
Never had their moving  
from the Ark:  
Welcome to me my only joy,  
all times, be it light or dark,    

London, Printed for Charles Tyus at the three Bibles on London-bridge.  
Finis