| lyric | No, no, though I shrink still,
yet I think still that a wink
will do what lovers best know.
Till then I will be glad,
and than I will be mad,
hang up all love that is sad.
2. What, what if seh fain so,
then I plain go, in a vain to
overthrow her, that’s flat.
O but she loved me well,
no but I cannot tell,
who dares trust women or hell. |