1 What if I sped where I least expected, what shall I say ? shall I lye ? What if I must where I most affected, what shall I do, shall I dye ? No, no, Ile haue at all, Tis as my game doth fall, If I keepe my meaning close, I may hit how ere it goes. For time and I Do meane to try What hope doth lye in youth, fa la la: The minds that doubt, Are in and out, And women flout at truth : fa la la. 2 She whome aboue the skies I renowed, she whome I loued, shee, Can she leaue all in leathe drowned, can she be coy to me ? Her passions are but cold : She stands and doth beholde, She retaines her lookes estrangde, As if heauen and earth were changde. I speake she heares, I touch, she feares, Herein appeares her wit, fa la la: I catch, she flies, I hold, she cries, And still denies, and yet fa la la. 3 May not a wanton looke like a woman, tell me the reason why ? And if a blinde man chance of a birds nest, must he be pratling ? fye: What mortall strength can keepe, That's got as in a sleepe : The felony is his That brags of a stolne kis : For when we met, Both in a net, Then Vulcan set, were hid, fa la la la: And so god wot We did it not, Or else forgot we did. Fa la la la.