I never will revoke my vow,

nor deeme any Lasse above you; Then, dearest, leave your sorrow now, for it is I that love you.

Now if you doe my love deny,
and utterly refuse me,

I will not say for love Ile dye,-
in that you shall excuse me :
Some say so, yet meane nothing lesse,
but pitty, I hope, will move you
Not to put me to that distresse,
for it is I that love you.

The second part;

Being an answer of the Maiden kinde, Correspondent to the plaine Young-man's minde.

TO THE SAME TUNE.

As the lost infant doth rejoyce
when he hath found his Mother,
So am I glad to heare the voyce
of you, my constant Lover :
Beleeve me, Harry, if you will,

since I so true doe prove you,
Come when you will, and welcome still,
for it is I that love you.

I loved a false disloyall youth,
which caus'd my thus lamenting,
For in his words there were no truth,
but subtill circumventing ;

You use plaine dealing, which is best;
so, still, it doth behove you,

And therefore set your heart at rest, for it is I that love you.

And now, henceforth, I will give ore to weepe for him that jeeres me, And his affection Ile abhorre,

for no true love he beares me: With you I will rejoyce, my deare; let no false tales remove you; Beleeve not every newes you heare, for it is I that love you.

As Hypsocrats, of Pontus Queene, did follow her Mithridates Thorow uncouth woods and forrests green,

so nothing shall separate us; Ile circulate the wor[l]d with you;

nought shall from me remove you; Thinke not that I speake more than 's true, for it is I that love you.

Nor Lucrece, nor Penelope,

shall be more chast than I will;

Ere Ile forsake my honesty,

ten thousand deaths I dye will;
You need not to repent your choice,
but let me true still prove you,
And so we shall together rejoyce,
for it is I that love you.

Judge not amisse, because so soone
I yeeld to your requesting;
Love is a thing that ought to be done
without any fraud or jesting:
You love plaine dealing, as you say,
then why should I disprove you?
Against my mind I cant say nay,
for it is I that love you.

And thus, with mind reciprocall,
this couple were well matchèd;
The Parson told the Parish all,
and then 'twas quite dispatched.

I hope the love that 'twixt them past,

unto delight would move you;

Each of them us'd this Phrase to th' last,-
for it is I that love you.

Printed at London for F. Coules, dwelling in the

Old-Baily.

FINIS.

The industrious Smith, wherin is showne
How plain dealing is overthrown ;

That, let a man do the best that he may,

An idle huswife will work his decay;

Yet art is no burthen, though ill we may speed, Our labour will help us in time of our need.

TO THE TUNE OF Yong man, remember delights are

There was a poor Smith liv'd in a poor town,
That had a loving wife, bonny and brown,
And though he were very discreet and wise,
Yet would he do nothing without her advise.

His stock it grew low, full well he did know ;
He told his wife what he intended to do;
Quoth he, "Sweet wife, if I can prevail,
I will shoo horses, and thou shalt sell Ale.

"I see by my labour but little I thrive, And that against the stream I do strive; By selling of Ale some mony is got,

If every man honestly pay for his pot;

By this we may keep the Wolf from the door,

And live in good fashion, though now we live poor;

If we have good custome, we shal have quick sale; So may we live bravely by selling of Ale."

"Kind husband," quoth she, "let be as you said,
It is the best motion that ever you made;

A Stan of good Ale let me have in,
A dozen of good white bread in my Bin:
Tobacco, likewise, we must not forget,

Men will call for it when malt 's above wheat :
When once it is known, then ore hill and dale
Men will come flocking to taste of our Ale."

They sent for a wench, her name it was Besse,
And her they hired to welcome their ghesse :
They took in good Ale, and many things mo,-
The Smith had got him two strings to his bow: