A Description of love with certaine [brace] epigrams, elegies, and sonnets : and also Iohnsons ansvver to Withers ... : with the Crie of Ludgate and the Song of the begger.

A Loue Sonnet.

I Loued a Lasse a faire one, As faire as e're was seene, Shee was indeed a rare one, Another Sheba Queene. But foole as then I was, I thought she lou'd me too, But now alas sh's left me; Falero, lero, loo.

Her haire like gold did glister, Each eye was a starre, Shee did surpasse her sister, Which past all others farre. She would me hony call, Shee'd-O-shee'd kisse me too, But now alas sh'as left me, Falero, lero, loo.

In Summer-time to Medley My loue and I would goe, The boate-men there stood ready, My loue and I to rowe: For creame there would we call, For cakes, for pruines too, But now alas sh'as left me, Falero, lero, loo.

Many a merrie meeting My loue and I haue had, Shee was my onely sweeting, Shee made my heart full glad, The teares stood in her eies Like to the morning dew, But now alas sh'as left me, Falero, lero, loo.

And as abroad we walked, As Louers fashion is, Oft we sweetly talked, The Sun would steale a kisse: The winde vpon her lips Likewise most sweetly blew, But now alas sh'as left mee, Falero, lero, loo.

Her cheekes were like the cherry, Her skin as white as snow, When she was blithe and merry, She Angell-like did shew: Her waste exceeding small, The fiues did fit her shooe, But now alas sh'as left me, Falero, lero, loo.

In summer-time or winter She had her hearts desire, I still did scorne to stint her From sugar, sacke, or fire: The world went round about, No cares we euer knew, But now alas sh'as left me, Falero, lero, loo.

As we walk'd home together At midnight, through the towne, To keepe away the weather, O're her i'de cast my gowne: No cold my Loue should feele, What e're the heau'ns could doe. But now alas sh'as left me, Falero, lero, loo.

Like Doues we would be billing, And clip and kisse so fast, Yet she would be vnwilling, That I should kisse the last: They're Iudas kisses now, Since they prou'd all vntrue, For now alas sh'as left me, Falero, lero, loo.

To Maidens vowes and swearing, Henceforth no credit giue, You may giue them the hearing, But neuer them beleeue; They are as false as faire, Vnconstant, fraile, vntrue, For mine alas has left me, Falero, lero, loo.

'Twas I that paid for all things, 'Twas others dranke the wine, I cannot now recall things, Liue but a foole to pine: 'Twas I that beate the bush, The bird to others flew, For she alas has left me, Falero, lero, loo.

If euer that Dame nature, For this false Louers sake, Another pleasing creature, Like vnto her would make; Let her remember this. To make the other true, For this alas hath left me, Falero, lero, loo.

No riches now can raise me, No want makes me despaire, No miserie amaze me, Nor yet for want I care: I haue lost a world it selfe, My earthly heauen adue, Since she alas hath left me, Falero, lero, loo.