THE   SECOND
B O O K E   O F   S O N G S
AND  AYRES

R o b e r t   I o n e s

1601

16. My loue is neither yoong nor olde.

       My loue is neither yoong nor olde,
       Not fiery hot, nor frozen colde,
       But fresh and faire as springing brier,
       Blooming the fruit of loues desire,
       Not snowy white nor rosie red,
       But faire enough for sheepheards bed,
       And such a loue was neuer seene,
       On hill or dale or countrey greene.