Careless lover

Never believe me if I love,

Or know what 'tis or mean to prove;

And yet in faith I lye, I do,

And she's extremely handsom too:

She's fair, she's wondrous fair,

But I care not who knows it,

Ere I'le die for love, I'le fairly forgo it.

This heat of hope, or cold of fear,

My foolish heart could never bear:

One sigh imprison'd ruines more

Then earthquakes have done heretofore:

She's fair, &c.

When I am hungry I do eat,

And cut no fingers 'stead of meat;

Nor with much gazing on her face

Do ere rise hungry from the place:

She's fair, &c.

A gentle round fill'd to the brink

To this and t'other Friend I drink;

And when tis nam'd anothers health,

I never make it hers by stealth:

She's fair, &c.

Black-Friars to me, and old Whitehall,

Is even as much as is the fall

Of fountains on a pathless grove,

And nourishes as much my love:

She's fair, &c.