A delicate new ditty, composed upon the posie of a ring, being; I fancie none but the alone: sent as a New-yeares gift, by a lover to his sweet-heart. To the tune of, Dulcina.

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A delicate new ditty, composed upon the posie of a ring, being; I fancie none but the alone: sent as a New-yeares gift, by a lover to his sweet-heart. To the tune of, Dulcina.
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London :: Printed for W.G. dwelling [...],
[between 1641-1660]
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Love -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
Love -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
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"A delicate new ditty, composed upon the posie of a ring, being; I fancie none but the alone: sent as a New-yeares gift, by a lover to his sweet-heart. To the tune of, Dulcina." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/b02913.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 10, 2025.

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A delicate new Ditty, composed upon the Posie of a Ring, being; I fancie none but the alone: sent as a New-yeares gift, by a Lover to his Sweet-heart.

To the tune of, Dulcina.

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THou that art so sweete a creature, that above all earthly joy, I thee deeme for thy rare feature, kill me not by seeming coy; nor be thou mute, when this my suit Into thy cares by love is blowing, but say by me, as I by thee,
I fancy none but thee alone.
Hadst thou Cupids mothers beauty, and Diana's chaste desires, Thinke on that which is thy duty, to fulfil what love requires: 'tis Love I aske, and 'tis thy taske, To be propitious to my moane, for still I say, and wil for aye,
I fancy none but thee alone.
Let not selfe-conceit ore-strain thee, woman was at first ordained To serve man, though I obey thee, being by Loves Law constrained; my sobs and teares, true witnesse beares. Of my hearts griefe and heavy moan, let not thy frown then me cast down,
Who fancies none but thee alone,
Think what promise thou didst give me, when I first did thee behold, There thou vowd'st thou would'st not leave me, for a masse of Indian gold, but now I find tho〈…〉〈…〉 〈…〉〈…〉ind All former 〈…〉〈…〉 past and gone, yet 〈…〉〈…〉 him entertaine.
Who fancies none but thee alone,
Let my true affections move thee to commiserate my paine, If thou knew'st how deare I love thee, sure thou wouldst love me againe: I thee affect and more respect Thy welfare then I doe mine owne, let this move thee, to pitty me,
Who fancies none but thee alone.
Why should Women be obdurate, and mens proffers thus despise? Deare be rul'd, we have a Curate, nuptiall Rites to solemnize: thou Marigold, whose leaves unfold, When Tytans rayes reflect thereon, on thee Ile shine, for thou art mine,
I fancie none but thee alone.

The second Part, Or, the Ma〈…〉〈…〉

To the same tune.

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DEare I have receiv'd thy token, and with it thy faithful love, Prethee let no more be spoken, I to thee will constant prove, doe not despaire, nor live in care, For her who vowes to be thy owne, though I seeme strange, I will not change,
I fancy none but thee alone.
Thinke not that I will fore-goe thee, though I'm absent from thy sight, When I find my selfe kept from thee, I'd be with thee day and night, but well thou know'st, how I am crost, Else should my Love to thee be showne, with free accord, yet take my word,
I fancie none but thee alone.
This Proverb hath oft bin used, she that's bound must needs obey, And thou seest how I'm inclosed, from thy presence night and day, I dare not show what love I owe To thee, for feare it should be knowde, yet still my mind, shall be inclin'd
To fancy none but thee alone.
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Who〈…〉〈…〉
Man〈…〉〈…〉 in〈…〉〈…〉 Who〈…〉〈…〉 it〈…〉〈…〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉 Pro〈…〉〈…〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉
An〈…〉〈…〉
No〈…〉〈…〉 to〈…〉〈…〉 Doe〈…〉〈…〉 n〈…〉〈…〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉 In c〈…〉〈…〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉 〈1 line〉〈1 line〉
Sha〈…〉〈…〉

London, Printed for W. G. dwellin 〈…〉〈…〉

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