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 Fair maid! be not so coy. Do not disdain me! I am my mother's joy. Sweet! entertain me. She'll give me, when she dies, All that is fitting: Her poultry and her bees, And her geese sitting; A pair of mattress beds, And a bag full of shreds. And yet for all these goods; PHILLADA flouts me.

She hath a clout of mine, Wrought with good Coventry; Which she keeps for a sign Of my fidelity. But i' faith, if she flinch, She shall not wear it: To TIBB my t'other wench, I mean to bear it. And yet it grieves my heart, So soon from her to part; Death strikes me with his dart. PHILLADA flouts me.

Thou shalt eat curds and cream All the year lasting; And drink the crystal stream Pleasant in tasting. Wig and whey whilst thou burst, And ramble berry; Pie-lid and pasty crust, Pears, plums and cherry.