The true-lovers good-morrow. A brace of valentines I here present, who now together live in hearts content: these luckily did meet upon the way, in February on the fourteenth day. The tune is, As at noon Dulcina rested.

The True-Lovers Good-morrow . A brace of Valentines I here persent , Who now together live in hearts content : These luckily did meet upon the way , In February on the fourteenth day . The Tune is , As at Noon Dulcina rested .

Batchelor . In the month of February , the green leaves begin to spring ; Pretty Lambs trip like a Fairy , Birds do couple , bill , and sing ; All things on earth , That draweth breath , In love together then do joyn , Why should not I. My fortune try , And seek me out a Valentine . Thanks kind fate I have my wishes , for I have now met my dear , Whom I greet with honey kisses , her sweet sight my heart doth chear , My dearest love , And Turtle-Dove , O let my arms about thee twine , For thou art she , I first did see , Good morrow my fair Valenine .

Maid . Surely Sir you are mistaken , for you met some other Maid , Young-men they are given to scoffing , and as much to her you said ; Then do not stay Me on the way , with your swéet words that you do coyn Let me alone , I must be gone , Pray seek some other Valentine . Batchelor . If true faith may be believed , on you first I did set sight , Sweet let not my heart be grieved , who doth love your beauty bright , Oft have I wisht I might be blest , With your sweet presence for to joyn And case my mind , Maids should be kind , And loving to their Valentine . Maid . SIr , to me you are a stranger , Maids must look before they leap In fair specehes oft there 's danger , snakes under sweet flowers Creep , maids often find mens words but wind , The Sun shall set that bright did shine , after a calm , there comes a storm , Go seek some other Valentine . Batchelor . Fortune fair hath now decreed it , that none but you I should meet , Dearly I do love , believe it , for you are my only sweet , my grieved breast can take no rest , Which doth my love-sick heart conjoyn Love I require Love I desire , Of thee my beautious Valentine . Maid . For your affection Sir I thank you , being more then my desert , Sure I cannot be so cruel , to procure a Lovers smart , 'T is modesty for to deny , Yet from my words I may decline , then banish pain , take heart again , For I will be thy Valentine . Batchelor . Now thou speakest like an Angel , and my drooping heart revive , For to give all contentment , day and night i 'le ever strive , thy courteous words , much joy affords , And thy rare beauty so divine , sweet let me kiss , my fair mistris , My only joy and Valentine . Maid . If you intend what you have promis'd and do love me as you say , I may yield , but if you flatter , I can my affection stay : now I am free as you may see , No man can say that I am thine . but being bound , no help is found , And then no more sweet Valentine . Batchelor . When I from my promise alter , let me then no longer thrive , And let nothing with me prosper , while that I remain alive . pains I 'le not spare , but still take care , For to maintain thee neat and fine , and for the best that can be drest , Then thou shalt eat sweet Valentine . Maid . Seeing you are so kind hearted , I have freely given consent , And my love to thee imparted , hoping never to repent : i 'le constant prove , to thee my Love , For I am thine , and thou art mine , i 'le saving be , as thou shalt see , Sweet Husband , friend and Valentine . Batchelor . A thousand thousand thanks I render back again to thee my love , Who above the world I tender , my firm faith shall ne'r remove , then presently to Church let 's hye , Where in Hymens band 's let 's joyn , take hand and heart , till death depart , My life , my Wife , and Valentine .