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R227071 2 To a pleasant new Tune Sabina To a Pleasant New Tune to the same Tune Sabina To the Same Tune AS on a day Sabina fell asleep, / Into her bower it was my chance to creep, Now fearing lest my boldness should offend, / God Cupid I desired for my friend, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : CVPIDS COVRTESIE: / in the wooing of fair Sabina. CUPIDS COURTESIE: in the wooing of fair Sabina. CUPID'S COURTESY: in the wooing of fair Sabina. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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AS on a day Sabina fell asleep, Into her bower it was my chance to creep, I first spake soft, I first spake soft, I first spake soft, then loud unto my dear, Which fair Sabina heard but would not hear. When I perceiv'd she did but wink and wake, Unto myself more courage did I take, And thought it best, And thought it best, And thought it best, and fittest time to woe, The which Sabina knew but would not know [Then] did I lay me by her on the grownd, [Where]as I first Sabina sleeping found, Then did I touch, Then did I touch, Then did I touch, [her pre]tty foot and heel, [The wh]ich Sabina felt, [but] would not feel.
When I had first perform'd this trick of love, A maiden-blush her eye-lids seem'd to move, But yet she slept, But yet she slept, But yet she slept, with wakeful winking eye, But still Sabina lay, but would not lye. Then marks of beauty on her cheeks I spi'd, With fair Vermillion blushes sweetly dy'd, Where Cupids lips, Where Cupids lips, Where Cupids lips, a dainty Kiss might crave, Which fair Sabina had, but would not have. Thus when that I by beauties kind command, Had felt the sweetest moysture of her hand, With quaking fear, With quaking fear, With quaking fear, I pul'd my hand away, So was Sabina coy, but said not nay.
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Now fearing lest my boldness should offend, God Cupid I desired for my friend, with golden Bow, with golden Bow, with golden Bow, to shoot a shaft of love, The which Sabina prov'd, but could not prove. When I had practis'd every way but one, Unto my dearest dear I made my moan, Sweet grant me love, Sweet grant me love, Sweet grant me love, O now me love or never, Which fair Sabina gave, but was no giver. Yet all this while I did my dear no wrong, Though she was dumb, yet had my love a tongue To plead for love, To plead for love, To plead for love, unto my fairest fair, For which Sabina card, but would not care.
For my hearts woe Sabina could not weep For she presum'd I thought her still asleep And so I did, And so I did, And so I did, and will do while I live, In that Sabina gave, but would not give. A womans love which secretly doth hide i[t,] Will soon grow fickle if once she be deny'[d it,] Yet sheel say nay, Yet sheel say nay, Yet sheel say nay, and so I must say too, Thus was Sabina woo'd, but would not woe. With kisses kindly from her I did part, She to my love, and gave to me her hea[rt,] which I will keep, which I will keep, which I will keep, tide up in chains of gold, For what Sabina had, she could not hold.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.