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Rh Some goe here, and some goe there, wheare gases be not geason: And I goe gaping euery where, but still come out of season. Yet faine, &c.

I walke the towne, and tread the streete, in euery corner seeking: The pretie thinge I cannot meete, thats for my Ladies liking. Faine, &c. The Mercers pull me going by, the Silkie wiues say, what lacke ye? The thing you haue not, then say I, ye foolish fooles, go packe ye. But fain &c.

It is not all the Silke in Cheape, nor all the golden treasure: Nor twentie Bushels on a heape, can do my Ladie pleasure. But faine, &c.

The Grauers of the golden showes, with Iuelles do beset me. The Shemsters in the shoppes that sowes, they do nothing but let me; But faine, &c.

But were it in the wit of man, by any meanes to make it, I could for Money buy it than, and say, faire Lady, take it. Thus, fain, &c.

O Lady, what a lucke is this: that my good willing misseth: To finde what pretie thing it is, That my good Lady wisheth.