Faine would I wed a faire yong man, that day and night could please mee :
When my mind or body grieued, that had the powre to ease mee.
Maids are full of longing thoughts, that breed a bloudlesse sickenesse :
And that oft I heare men say, is onely cur'd by quicknesse.
Oft I haue beene woo'd and prai'd, but neuer could be moued :
Many for a day or so I haue most dearely loued ;
But this foolish mind of mine straight loathes the thing resolued.
If to loue be sinne in mee, that sinne is soone absolued.
Sure I thinke I shall at last flye to some holy Order ;
When I once am setled there then can I flye no farther :
Yet I would not dye a maid, because I had a mother.
As I was by one brought forth I would bring forth another.
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