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8 My beſt reſpects ſhe does enjoy,

and ever ſhall while I have life,

And if her friends will but comply,

ſhe promis d has to be my wife.

Have me excuſ'd for what I've ſaid,

in praiſes of this comely dame;

Accept the tribute I have paid,

your humble ſervant I remain.

You're Fitter for a LOVERS ARMS.

WAKE thou faireſt thing in nature,

how can you ſleep when day does break

How can you ſleep, my charming creature ?

when hálf a world for you are 'wake.

What ſwain is this that ſings ſo early,

under my window by the dawn?

'Tis one, dear nymph, that loves you dearly

therefore in pity eaſe my pain.

Softly, elſe you ll wake my mother,

no tales of love ſhe'll let me hear

Go tell your paſſion to ſome other,

or whiſper ſoftly in my ear.

How can you bid me love another,

or rob me of your beauteous charms?

Tis time you were wean'd from your mother,

you re fitter for a lover's arms.