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FAir Angel of England thy beauty most bright, Is all my heart's pleasure my joy and delight, Then grant me fair Lady thy true love to be, That I may say welcome good fortune to me. The Turtle so chaste and true in her love, By gentle perswasions her fancy will move; Then be not intreated fair Lady in vain, For Nature requireth what I should obtain. The Phoenix so famous that liveth alone, Is vowed to chastity being but one; But be not my Darling so chaste in desire, Lest thou like the Phoenix dost pennance in Air. But, alas! gentle Lady, I pitty your state, In being resolved to live without Mate: For if of our courting the pleasure you knew, You would have a liking the same to ensue. Long time I have sued the same to obtain, Yet I am requited with scorn and disdain; But if you will grant your good-will unto me, You shall be advanced to Princely degree. Promotions and Honour may often entice, The chasteth that liveth, tho' never so nice; What Woman so worthy but could be content, To live in a Palace where Princes frequent? Two brides young and princely to Church I have led; Two Ladies now lately have decked my Bed:
Yet hath thy love taken more root in my heart, Then all their contentments, whereof I had part. Your gentle heart cannot mens hearts much abide, And women least angry when most they do chide? Then yield to me kindly, and say that at length, Men they want mercy, and poor women strength. I grant that fair Ladies may poor Men resist, And Princes may conquer and wooe when they list, A King may command her to lye by his side, Whose feature deserveth to be a King's bride. In granting your love you shall purchase renown Your head shall be crown'd with Englands crown, Thy garments most gallant of gold shall be wrought If true love with treasure of thee may be bought. Great Ladies of honour shall tend on thy train; Most richly attir'd with Scarlet in grain: My chamber most Princely thy person shall keep, Where Virgins with musick shall rock thee asleep. If there's any pleasures thy heart can invent, Command them sweet Lady thy mind to content, For Kings gallant Courts where Princes do dwell, Afford such sweet pastime as Ladies love well. Then be not resolved to dye a true Maid, But print in thy Bosom these words I have said, And grant a King favour your true love to be, That I may say welcome sweet Virgin to me. The fair Maid of Londons Answer to King Edwards wanton Love.
O Wanton King Edward thy labour Is vain, To follow the pleasure thou canst not attain, With getting thou losest and having dost want it, The which if thou purchase is spoil'd if thou hast it. But if thou obtainst it thou nothing hast won, And I loose nothing yet quite undone; But if of my Jewel a King do deceive me, No King can restore tho' a Kingdom he give me. My colour is changed since thou seest me last, My favour is vanisht my beauty is past, The rosy red blushes that sate in my cheeks, To paleness is turn'd, which all men dislikes. I pass not for Princess for love do protest, The name of a Virgin contenteth me best, I have not deserved to lye by his side, Nor yet to be counted so, King Edwards Bride. The name of a Princess I never did crave, No such tipe of honour thy hand-maid will have; My breast shall not harbour so lofty a thought, Nor be with rich proffers to wantonness brought. If wild wanton Rosamond, one of our sort, Had never frequented King Henrys fair fair Court; Such heaps of deep sorrow she never had seen, Nor tasted the rage of so jealous a Queen. All men have their freedom to shew their intent, They win not a Woman except she consent.
Who then can impute to them any fault, Who still go upright until men do halt. Tis counted a kindness in men for to try, And vertue in women the same to deny: For women unconstant can never be prov'd, Until by their betters therein may be mov'd. If women and modesty once do him sever, Then farewel good name and credit forever, And Royul King Edward let me be exil'd E're any man knows my Body's defil'd. No, no, my Father's reverend tears, Too deep an impression within my hearts bears; Nor shall his bright honour that blot from me have To bring his gray hairs with grief to the grave. The Heavens forbid that when I shall die, That any such Sin should upon me lie; If I have thus kept me from doing this Sin, My heart shall not yield with a Prince to begin. Come rather with pity and weep on my tomb, Then for my birth curb my dear mother's womb, That brought forth a blossom that stained the tree, With wanton desires to shame her and me. Leave me most noble King, tempt not in vain, With milk-white affection with lewdness to stain; Though England will give me no comforts at all, Yet England will give me a sad burial.
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