An Excellent Ditty, called the Shepherds wooing Dulcina.  
Tune is, 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 he 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 allure him,  
and but one to let him go;  
Where Lips invite,  
And eyes 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,  
Can a man's love be confined,  
or a Maid her promise keep?  
No, for her waste,  
He held as fast,  
as she was constant to her tune,  
And still she spoke,  
For Cupid's sake,  

Forgo me now, etc.    

He demands what time or leisure,  
can there be more fit than now;  
She says, men may say their pleasure,  
yet I of it 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, etc.    

But no promise nor profession,  
from his hands to purchase scope;  
Who would sell the sweet possession  
of such a beauty for a hope.  
Or for the sight  
Of lingering night,  
forgo the pleasant joys of noon;  
Though none so fair,  
Her speeches were,  

Forgo me now, etc.    

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

Forgo me now, etc.    
 
 

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 danger,  
and to Lovers breedeth pain,  
The Nymph said then,  
Above all men,  
Still welcome Shepherd morn or noon,  
The Shepherd prays,  
Dulcina says,  

Shepherd I doubt thou'rt come too soon.    

When that bright Aurora blushed,  
came the Shepherd to his dear,  
Pretty Birds most sweet warbled,  
and the noon approached near,  
Yet still away,  
The Nymph did say,  
The Shepherd he fell in a swound,  
At length she said,  
Be not afraid,  

forgo me now, etc.    

With grief of heart the Shepherd hasted  
up the Mountains to his flocks,  
Then he took a Reed and piped,  
echo sounded through the Rocks:  
Thus did he Play,  
And wished the day,  
Were spent, & night were come e'er noon,  
The silent night,  
Is Love's delight,  

I'll go to fair Dulcina soon.    

Beauteous Darling fair Dulcina,  
like to Venus for her Love,  
Spent away the day in passion,  
mourning like the Turtle-Dove,  
Melodiously,  
Notes low and hie,  
She warbled forth this doleful tune,  
Oh come again,  
Sweet Shepherd Swain,  

Thou canst not be with me too soon.    

When that Thetis in her Palace,  
had received the Prince of light,  
Came in Corydon the Shepherd,  
to his Love and hearts delight,  
Then Pan did play,  
The Wood-Nymps they,  
Did skip and dance to hear the tune,  
Hymen did say,  
'Tis Holiday,  

Forgo me now, come to me soon.     

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.