| lyric | 1. Sweet Kate of late ran away and leeft me plaining:
„Abide!“ I creid, „or I die with thy disdaining.“
„Tehehe!“ quoth she, „gladly qould I see
any man to die with loving!“
„Never any yet died of such a fit;
neither have I fear of proving.“
2. Unkind! I find thy delight is in tormenting:
,Abide!“ I cried, „or I die with thy consentingf‘
„Te-he-he” quoth size, „make no fool of me!
Men I know have oaths at pleasure;
but their hopes attain’d, they bewray they feign’d,
and their oaths are kept at leisure.“
5. Her words, like swords, cut my sorry heart in sunder:
her flouts with doubts kept my heart’s affections under.
„Te-he-he!"" quam size, ,,what a fool is he
stands in awe of once denying!“
Cause I had enough to become more rough;
so I did. O happy trying! |