A Song.
1.
IF thou wilt love me, I'll love thee again,
If my Griefs move thee, I'll love thy pain.
If thou disdain me, I'll die for wo;
And if thou flie me, I'll flie thee too.
London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.
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- Title
- London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H.
- Author
- Hicks, William, fl. 1671.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by F. Eglesfield ...,
- 1673.
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- Subject terms
- Songs, English -- Texts.
- English wit and humor.
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"London drollery, or, The wits academy being a select collection of the newest songs, lampoons, and airs alamode : with several other most ingenious peices [sic] of railery, never before published / by W.H." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A43693.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 7, 2024.
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For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire,
That whatsoe'er thou wilt, is my desire.
2.
If to be merrie be pleasing to thee,
I'll leave off sadness, and merrie be,
If Melancholie possess thy heart,
Then of that sadness I'll bear a part.
For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire,
That whatsoe'er thou wilt, is my desire.
3.
If thou lov'st Musick, I'll love it too;
If Courtship please thee, I'll learn to woo:
If Dancing like thee, I'll learn the same,
And unto that my mind I'll frame:
For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire,
That whatsoe'er thou wilt, is my desire.
4.
If thou would'st have me near thee still,
I always shall obey thy will:
Or if my presence sometimes be
Offensive, I will fly from thee:
For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a fire,
That whatsoe'er thou wilt, is my desire.
5.
If thou'st a mind a Miss to be,
Then I will be most true to thee:
Or if to Marriage thou'rt inclin'd,
I quickly then will change my mind:
For Love my Brest hath fill'd with such a Fire,
That to be cool'd by thee is my desire.