“ Pity a lover that is in despair;
For be the glance of your charming eyes,
My love-sick heart is fill’d with surprize.
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 thy feet. ”

“ She said, honoured father, the cause I don’t know,
But men they are fickle, and so let him go.
Tho’ she to her parents did not seem surpriz’d,
When she was alone, the tears from her eyes
Like fountains would run; crying, Worst of men,
For your sake I will trust no man again. ”

“ When Roger stept up with, how do you, far maid?
I peevishly answer’d, go look, go look.
I peevishly answer’d, go look.
Nay, nay, he reply’d, why angry with me?
I know you meet Robin the cook;
It may be ye now are a waiting for he,
in a passion I answer’d, go look, go look,
In a passion I answer’d, go look.
Quoth he, you love music, I’ve heard them to say ”