Love and loyalty

Come my Lucastæ heer's the Grove,

where Nightingales perfume the Ayre;

why dost thou start?

O 'tis not Love, for perfect Lovers dare not fear.

No dangers in this Arbour ly,

our courage keeps all others hence,

ther's none shal dare approach but I;

the strongest Love is best defence.

Here we'l discourse, and think, and smile,

Let guilty men seek how to scape;

He cannot love that can beguile,

And none but Foes commit a Rape.

This Evening's worth Ten Thousand yeere,

Then let's resolve since thou must go,

We'l meet again to morrow here,

Would Kings and Queens might do so too.