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7 Neither courtly nor costly, nor book learnt we shew, Plain dressing, plain dealing is all that we know, No cares run across us, but those loves we find, Those cured if your sweetheart proves but kind,

Ariſe thou miſtreſs of my heart, and do not me diſdain; Come now and quickly take the part of me, your conquer'd ſwain.

To you alone I am a ſlave, there's none on earth can me cure, The flame that in my breaſt I have, for you I do endure.

Come now dear nymph and eaſe my heart, of me your darling ſwain, My love for you within my heart, does conſtantly remain.

Now we in Hymen's bands will wed, our heart's united be therefore, In love live without any dread, in joys for evermore.

Fair Susanna.

Ask if yon damask rose be sweet, that scents the ambent air,