Poems, with a maske by Thomas Carew ... ; the songs were set in musick by Mr. Henry Lawes ...

Good counsell to a young Maid.

WHen you the Sun-burnt Pilgrim see, Fainting with thirst, haste to the springs; Mark how at first with bended knee He courts the crystall Nymphs, and fling, His body to the earth, where He Prostrate, adores the flowing Deitie.

But when this sweaty face is drencht In her cool waves, when from her sweet Bosome his burning thirst is quencht; Then mark how with disdainfull feet He kicks her banks, and from the place That thus refresht him, moves with sullen pace.

So shalt thou be despis'd, fair Maid, When by the sated lover tasted; What first he did with tears invade, Shall afterwards with scorn be wasted; When all thy Virgin- springs grow dry, When no streams shall be left, but in thine eye.