“ He followed her home, saying, sweet fair,
Pity a lover that is in despair;
For by the glance of your charming eyes,
My love-sick heart is fill’d with surprise.
Sir, you seem a person of high degree,
And I a poor Shepherdess now as you see:
Talk not sweet, creature, thy charms are so sweet,
Will cause the great monarch to fall at your feet.
The Shepherdess then invited him in,
But now afresh her sorrows do begin:
The garland of flowers being took from her head,
He knew it was his love he thought had been dead. ”

“ He sent for her father and told what was done.
Within a little time her father did die,
Now let each take a warning by this tragedy:
And maidens beware of men’s flattering tongue,
For if you consent you are surely undone. ”