Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

*5* ANCIENT SONGS
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But from her looke ?
A wounde he tooke
So deepe, that for a further boone
The nymphe he prayes :
Whereto fhe fayes,
Foregoe me now, come to me foone. 10
But in vayne fliee did conjure him
To departe her prefence foe ;
Having a thoufand tongues to allure him,
And but one to bid him goe :
Where lippes invite,
And eyes delight,
And cheekes, as frefh as rofe in June,
Perfuade delay ;
What boots to fay,
Foregoe me now, come to me foone ? 20
He demands what time for pleafure
Can there be more fit than now
She fayes, night gives love that leifure,
Which the day doth not allow.
He fayes, the fight 25
* Improves delight
c Which fhee denies ; nights mirkie noone
In Venus* playes
Makes bold, fhe fayes ;
Foregoe me now, come to mee foone. 30
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