A New, Rare, and excellent sonnet of A Brave and lusty youth full groom, that Was in Love and could not tell with Whom.  
To the Tune of, Bodkius Galiard.  
 woodcut of gentleman with sword  
 woodcut of noblewoman  

YOu gentle nymphs that on the meadows play,  
and oft relate the Loves of Shepeards young,  
Come sit you down if that you please to stay,  
now may you hear an uncouth passion Song:  
A Lad there is an I am that poor groom.  
That's fallen in love, and cannot tell with whom.   

Ob do not smile at sorrow as a iest:  
with others cares good natures moved be,  
And I should weep if you had my unrest,  
then a● my grief: how can you merry be?  
Ah, whe●e is tender pitty now become;  
I am in love, and cannot tell with whom.   

I that have oft the rarest featur● viewed  
and beauty in her best perfection seen,  
I that have laughed at them that Love pursued,  
and ever free from such perfection been,  
Lo now at last so cruel is my doom,  
I am in love, and not tell with whom.   

My heart is full nigh bursting with desire,  
yet cannot tell from whence these longings flow,  
My bre● doth burn, but she that lights the fire,  
I never saw, nor can I come to know,  
So great a bliss my fortune keeps me from,  
That though I dearly love, I know not whom   

Ere I bad twice f●ure Springs renewed seen,  
the force of beauty I began to prove,  
And ere I nine ●earess old had fully b●●●e,  
it taught me how to frame a sound of love,  
And little thought I this day should have come,  
Before that I to love had found out whom.   

For on my Chin the Massy down you see,  
and in my veins well heated blood doth glow,  
Of Summers I have seen twice three times three,  
and fast my youth full time a way doth go:  
That much I fear, I aged shall become  
And still complain I love, I know not whom.   

Oh why had I a heart besto'd on me,  
to cherish dea●e affectians so inclined  
Since I am so unhappy born to be.  
no object for so true love to find,  
When I am dead it will be mist fo some,  
Yet now I live, I love, I know not whom.   

I to a thousand beauteous nymphs are known,  
a hundred Ladies favours do I swore,  
I with as many half in love am grown,  
yet none of them I find can be my dear,  
Me thinks I have a mistress yet to come,  
Which makes me sing, I love I know not whom.   

The second Part,  
To the same Tune.  
 woodcut of knight  
 woodcut of woman  

THere lives no swain doth stronger passion prove  
for her, whom most be covets to possess,  
Then doth my heart, that being full of love,  
knows not to whom it may the same profess,  
For he that is despised hath sorrow some,  
but he hath more, that loves and knows not whom.   

Knew I my love as many others do,  
to some one object might my thoughts be bent,  
So they divided, wandring should not go,  
until the souls united force be spent,  
As he that seeks, and never finds a home,  
Such is my rest, that loves and know not whom.   

Those whom the frowns of jealous friends divine,  
may live to meet and descant of their woe,  
And he hath gained a Lady for his Brid,  
that durst not woe his Maid a while ago,  
But oh what ends unto my hopes can come,  
That am in love, and cannot tel with whom.   

poor collen grieves that he was late disdained,  
and Clores doth for Willies absence pine,  
Sad Thirsis wéepes for his sick Phebe pained,  
but all their sorrows cannot equal mine,  
A greater care on me, alas is come,  
I am in love, and cannot tell with whom.   

Narcissus like did I affect my shade.  
sume shadow yet I had to dote upon  
Or did I love some Image of the dead,  
whose substance had not breathed long ago,  
I might despair, and so an end would come.  
But oh I love, and cannot tell with whom.   

Once in a dream me thought my Love I viewed  
but never waking could her face behold,  
And doubtless that resemblance was but shew'd,  
that more my tired hart tormented it should,  
For since that time more grieved I am become,  
And more in love, and cannot tell with, whom.   

When on my bed at night to rest I lye,  
my watchful eyes with tears bedew my thee aches  
And then, ●h would once were day I cry,  
yet when it comes I am as far to seek,  
For who can tell though all the earth be c●me,  
Or when, or where to find he knows not whom.   

Or if she be amongst the beauteous trains  
of all the by-paths that bunt the several hills,  
Or if you know her Ladies of the plains,  
or you that have your Bowers on the hills,  
Tell if you can who will my love be come,  
Or I shall die, and never know of whom.     

London Printed fo● F. C. J. W. T. V. W. G.