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 Your gentle heart can’t men’s hearts much abide,

And women leat angry, when motly they chide;

Then yield to me kindly, and ee that at length,

Men they want mercy, and women want trength.

I grant that fair Ladies may poor men reit,

And Princes may conquer, and woo when they lit;

A King may command her to lie by his ide,

Whoe features deerveth to be a King’s Bride.

In granting your love, you hall purchae renown,

Your head hall be crown’d with England’s fair crown;

Thy garments mot gallant with joy hall be wrought,

If true love with treaure of thee may be bought.

Great Ladies of honour attend on thy train,

Mot richly attir’d with carlet in grain;

My chamber mot princely thy peron hall keep,

Where virgins with muic hall rock thee to leep.

If there’s any pleaure thy ear can invent,

Command them, fweet Lady, thy mind to content,

For Kings’ gallant courts where Princes do dwell,

Afford uch weet patime as Ladies love well.

Then be not reolved to die a true maid,

But print in thy boom thee words I have aid,

And grant a King favour, your true love to be,

That I may fay, Welcome weet Virgin to me.



Wanton King Edward, thy labour is vain,

To follow the pleaures thou can’t not attain,

With getting thou loet, and having, do make it,

The which if thou purchae, is poil'd if thou hat it.