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.

5. The Spanish Ladies love to an English Gentleman.

WIll you hear a Spanish Lady, how she woo'o••m English-man, Garments gay, as rich as may be, deckt with jewels had she on: Of a comely countenance, and grace was ••he, And by Birth and Parentage, of high degree.

As his prios••er there he kept her, in his hands her life did lye: Cupids hands did tye her faster, by the likeing of her eye, In his courteous company, was all her joy; To favour him in anything, she was not coy.

At the last there raine commandment, for to set the Ladies free;

With their Jewels still ado••ned, none to do thein injury: Alas then said the Lady gay, full woe is me! O let me still sustain this kind captivity.

Gallant Captain shew some pitty to a Lady in distress, Leave me not within the City for to dye in heaviness, Thou hast set this present day my body free: But my heart in prison strong, remains with thee.

How should thou (fair Lady) love me, whom thou know'st thy Countries Foe, Thy fair words makes me sus••ect thee, Serpents are where flowers grow: All the evil I think to thee, most gracious Knight; God grant unto my self the same may fully light.

Blessed be the time and season, that you came on Spanish ground; If you may our Foes be termed,

gentle foes we have you found: With our Cities you have won, our hearts eath one; Then to your Country bear away, that is your own.

Rest you still (most gallant Lady) rest you still and weep no more; Of fair Lovers there are plenty, Spain doth yield a wondrous store: Spaniards fraught with jealousse, we often find; But English-men throughout the world are counted kind.

Leave me not unto a Spaniard, you alone enjoy my heart; I am lovely, young, and tender, Love is likewise my desert: Still to serve thee day and night, my mind is prest, The wife of every English-man is counted blest.

It would be a shame, fair Lady, for to hear a woman hence, English Souldiers never carry and such without offence.

I will quickly change my self, if it be so; And like a Page i'le follow thee, where e're thou go.

I have neither Gold nor Silver, to maintain thee in this case, And to travel 'tis great charges, as you know in every place. My Chains and Jewels every one, shall be thine own; And eke five hundred pounds in Gold, that lies unknown.

On the Seas are many dangers, many storms doth there arise; Which will be to Ladies dreadful, and force tears from watry eyes: Well in worth, I could endure extremity; For I could find in heart to lose my life for the••.

Courteous Lady be contented, here comes all that breeds the ••••rise; I in England have already, a sweet Woman to my wife: I will not falsifie my vow,

for gold or gain, Nor yet for all the fairest Dames, that live in Spain.

O how happy is that woman that enjoys so true a friend; Many days of joy God send you, and of my suit i'le make an end: Upon my knees I pardon crave, for this offence; Which love and true affection, did first commence.

Commend me to thy loving Lady, bear to her this Chain of Gold, And these Bracelets for a token, grieving that I was so hold: All my Jewels in like sort, bear thou with thee, For these are fitting for thy wife, and not for me.

I will spend my days in prayer, Love and all her laws defies; In a Nunnery will I shrew me, far from other Company: But e're my Prayers h••••e 〈◊〉〈◊〉 and, be sure of this▪

To pray for thee and for thy love, I will not miss.

Thus farewel gentle Captain, and farewel my hearts concent, Count not Spanish Ladies wanton, though to thee my love was bent: Joy and true prosperity, go still with thee; The like fall ever to thy share, most fair Lady.