Poems: by Francis Beaumont, Gent.: Viz. The hermaphrodite. The remedy of love. Elegies. Sonnets, with other poems.

Songs to the Play, called, The Maid in the Mill. The first Song.

COme follow me, you Country Lasses, And you shall see such sport as passes: You shall dance, and I will sing, Pedro he shall rub the string: Each shall have a Loose-bodied Gown Of Greene; and laugh till you lye down. Come follow me, come follow, &c.

The second Song.

HOw long shall I pine for love? How long shall I sue in vaine? How long, like the Turtle Dove, Shall I heartily thus complaine? Shall the sailes of my love stand still? Shall the grists of my hopes be unground? Oh fie, oh fie, oh fie, Let the Mill, let the Mill go round.

The third Song.

ON the bed I'le throw thee, throw thee down; Down being laid, shall we be afraid To try the rights that belong to love? No, no, there I'le wooe thee with a Crown.

Crown our desires, kindle the fires; When love requires we should wanton prove, Wee'l kisse, wee'l sport, wee'l laugh, wee'l play, If thou com'st short for thee I'le stay; If thou unskilfull art the ground, I'le kindly teach, wee'le have the Mill go round.

The fourth Song.

THinke me still in my Fathers Mill, Where I have oft been found—a Throwne on my back on a well fill'd sack While the Mill has still gone round—a Prethee Sirrah try thy skill, And againe let the Mill go round—a.

The fifth Song.

THe young one, the old one, the fearefull, the bold one, The lame one, though ne're so unsound, The Jew or the Turke have leave for to worke The whil'st that the Mill goes round.