Iohn Attey

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IIII. In a Groue of Trees of Mirtle.

   In a groue of Trees of Mirtle, 
   Venus met faire Mirrahs childe, 
   Kisse quoth she my pretty Turtle, 
   But her hopes hee did beguile, 
   With no no. 

   2  Come, oh come my dearest treasure, 
   And looke Babies in my eyes : 
   Coll, and kisse, inioy thy pleasure ; 
   But her kindnesse he denyes, 
   With no &c. 

   3  Lowtish Lad come learne to venture, 
   On the Iuory brest of loue : 
   I dare stay thy worst encounter; 
   But her words as winde did proue, 
   With no &c. 

   4  Shall then loue be thus abused, 
   By the beauty of a Boy ? 
   Shall my Temple be refused, 
   Will Adonis still be coy? 
   With no, &c.
 
   5  Then I vow that beauty euer, 
   Shall neglected be of loue : 
   Let the foolish Boy perseuer,
   He the folly now shall proue, 
   Of no no. 
    

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