The garland of good-will divided into three parts : containing many pleasant songs and pretty poems to sundry new notes : with a table to find the names of all the songs / written by T.D.

Song. 1.

A Maids Choice, 'twixt Age and Youth. CRabbed Age and Youth, cannot live together; Youth is full of pleasure, Age is full of care: Youth's like Summers morn, Age like winters weather, Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short; Youth is wild, and Age is lame: Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and Age is tame; Age I do abhor thee, Youth I do adore thee, O my Love, my Lord is Young, Age I do defie thee, O sweet Shepherd hye thee, for methinks thou stay'st too long. Here I do attend, arm'd by love and pleasure: UUith my youthful Friend, joyful for to meet:

〈…〉〈…〉, for my onely treasure, Genus sugred habit, fancy dainty sweet: Like a loveing wife, So lead I my life, thirsting for my hearts desire: Come sweet Youth, I pray Away Old Man, away, thou canst not give what I require: For Old Age I care not, Come my love and spare not, Age is Feeble, Youth is strong, Age I do defie thee, O sweet Shepherd hye thee, for methinks thou stay? & too long.

Phaebus stay thy Steeds over-swift running; Drive not on so fast, bright resplendant Sun: For fair Dapnes sake, now express thy running: Pitty on me take, else I am undone; Your hours swift of flight, That waste with Titans sight, and so consu••ie the chearful ••oy;

O stay a while with me, Till I my Love may see; O Youth thou dost so long delay: Time will over slip us, And in pleasure trip us: come away therefore with 〈◊〉〈◊〉: I would not lose an hour, For fair Londons Tower, Genus therefore help my 〈◊〉〈◊〉

Flora's Banks are spread, in their rich attire, With their dainty Uiolet, and the Pri••••rose sweet: Dazies white and red, fitting Youths desire, Whereby the Daffadilly, and the Cowslip meet: All for youths de••ire, Their fresh Colours move, in the Meadows green an•• 〈◊〉〈◊〉: The Birds with sweeter Ro••ts▪ Do strain their pritty throats, to entertain my love this way. I with twenty wishes, And an hundred kisses, would receive him by the hand: If he gave not me a fall,

I would him Coward call, and all unto my word would stand.

Lo where he appears, like young Adonis, Ready to set on fire, the chasest heart alive, Jewel of my life, welcome where thine own is: Pleasant are thy looks, sorrows to deprive; Embrasing thy Darling Dear, Without all doubtful fear; on thy command I wholly rest, Do what thou wilt to me, Therein I agree, and be not strange to my request: To Youth I only yield, Age fits not Venus field: though I be conquered what care I, In such a pleasant war, Come meet me if you dare, who first mislikes, let them cry.

FINIS.