William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
Hey, Down a DownAnonymous
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Amongst her virgins sitting;
“Than love there is no vainer thing,
For maidens most unfitting.”
And so think I, with a down, down, derry.
But lived themselves to please,
Men’s feigning guiles they did not know,—
The ground of their disease.
Unborn was false suspect;
No thought of jealousy;
From wanton toys and fond effect,
The virgin’s life was free.
“Hey, down a down!”
To which what maids gave ear,
Embracing gladly endless harms
Anon enthrallèd were.
Thus women welcomed woe
Disguised in name of love,
A jealous hell, a painted show:
So shall they find that prove.
Amongst her virgins sitting;
“Than love there is no vainer thing,
For maidens most unfitting.”
And so think I, with a down, down, derry!