Popular Music Of The Olden Time Vol 1

Ancient Songs, Ballads, & Dance Tunes, Sheet Music & Lyrics - online book

	224	ENGLISH SONG AND BALLAD MUSIC
	Deceit is not dainty, it comes at each dish ; Fraud goes a fishing with friendly looks ; Through friendship is spoiled, the silly poor fish That hover and shower upon your false hooks, With hait you lay wait, to catch here and there, Which causeth poor fishes their freedom to lose; Then lout ye, and flout ye;—whereby doth appear, Your lighty love, ladies, still cloaked with glose. ' With Dian so chaste you seem'd to compare, When Helens you he, and hang on her train; Methinks faithful Thisbes he now very rare, But one Cleopatra, I doubt, doth remain. You wink, and you twink, until Cupid have caught, And forceth through flames your lovers to sue: Your lighty love, ladies, too dear they have hought,                                              [rue. When nothing will move you their causes to I speak not for spite, nor do I disdain Your beauty, fair ladies, in any respect; But one's ingratitude doth me constrain, As child hurt with fire, the flame to neglect. For, proving in loving, I find by good trial, When Beauty had brought me unto her beck, She staying, not weighing, hut making denial, And shewing her lighty love, gave me the check.		Thus fraud for friendship did lodge in her breast; Such are most women, that when they espy Their lovers inflamed, with sorrows opprest, They stand then with Cupid against their reply. They taunt, and they vaunt, they smile when they view How Cupid hath caught them under his train ; But warned, discerned, the proof is most true, That lighty love, ladies, amongst you does reign. Ye men that are subject to Cupid his stroke, And therein seem now to have your delight, Think, when you see hait, there is hidden a hook,                                                   [bite. Which surely will have you, if that you do Such wiles, and such guiles by women are wraught,                                      [prevent; That half of their mischiefs men cannot When they are most pleasant, unto your thought, Then nothing but lighty love is their intent. Consider that poison doth lurk often time In shape of sugar, to put some to pain ; And fair wordes painted,'as dames can define, The old proverb saith, doth make some fools fain. Be wise and precise, take warning by me, Trust not the crocodile, lest you do rue; To women's fair words do never agree, For all is but lighty love;—this is most true.