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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