T H E
F I R S T   B O O K E
of Songes or Ayres

R O B E R T   I O N E S

1600

19. My Mistris sings no other song.

                      1 
       My Mistris sings no other song,
       But stil complains I did her wrong,
       Beleeue her not it was not so,
       I did but kisse her and let her goe.

                      2 
       And now she sweares I did, but what,
       Nay, nay, I must not tell you that:
       And yet I will it is so sweete,
       As teehee tahha when louers meete.

                      3 
       But womens words they are heedlesse,
       To tell you more it is needlesse:
       I ranne and caught her by the arme,
       And then I kist her, this was no harme.

                      4 
       But shee alas is angire still,
       Which sheweth but a womans will:
       She bites the lippe and cries fie fie,
       And kissing sweetly (away) shee doth flie.

                      5 
       Yet sure her lookes bewraies content,
       And cunningly her brales are meant:
       As louers vse to play and sport,
       When time and leisure is too too short.