Amaryllis

I care not for these Ladies

That must be wooed and prayed,

Give me kind Amarillis

The wanton country maid;

Nature art disdaineth,

Her beauty is her own;

For when we court and kiss,

She cries, forsooth, let go;

But when we come where comfort is,

She never will say no.

If I love Amarillis,

She gives me fruit and flowers,

But if we love these Ladies,

We must give golden showers;

Give them gold that sell love,

Give me the nut brown lass,

For when we court and kiss,

She cries, forsooth, let go;

But when we come where comfort is,

She never will say no.

These ladies must have pillows,

And beds by strangers wrought,

Give me a Bower of willows,

Of moss and leaves unbought,

And fresh Amarillis,

With milk and honey fed,

For when we court and kiss,

She cries, forsooth, let go;

But when we come where comfort is,

She never will say no.