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

AND BALLADS. *S3
But what promife or profeffion
From his hands could purchafe fcope ?
Who would fell the fweet pofleflion
Of fuche beautye for a hope ?
Or for the fight
Of lingering night
Foregoe the prefent joyes of noone ?
Though ne'er foe faire
Her fpeeches were,
Foregoe me now, come to me foone. 40
How, at laft, agreed thefe lovers ?
Shee was fayre, and he was young
The tongue may tell what th'eye difcovers
Joyes unfeene are never fung.
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;
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Did fhee confent, 45
Or he relent;
Accepts hee night, or grants fhee noone;
Left he her mayd,
Or not; fhe fayd
Foregoe me now, come to me foone. 50
XIV. THI