Anonymous

MAID, will ye love me, yea or no?

Tell me the truth, and let me go.

It can be no less than a sinful deed,

Trust me truly,

To linger a lover that looks to speed

In due time duly.

You maids, that think yourselves as fine

As Venus and all the Muses nine,

The Father himself, when He first made Man,

Trust me truly,

Made you for his help, when the world began,

In due time duly.

Then sith God’s will was even so,

Why should you disdain your lover tho?

But rather with a willing heart

Love him truly:

For in so doing you do but your part;

Let reason rule ye.

Consider, Sweet, what sighs and sobs

Do nip my heart with cruel throbs,

And all, my Dear, for love of you,

Trust me truly;

But I hope that you will some mercy show

In due time duly.