A Madrigal

Lyrics

Before me, careless, lying Young Love his wares came crying Full soon the elf untreasures His pack of pains and pleasures; With roguish eye He bids me buy From out his pack of treasures His wallet's stuffed with blisses With true-love knots and kisses With rings and rosy fetters And sugar'd vows and letters He holds them out With boyish flout And bids me try the fetters "Nay, child," I cry, "I know them; There's little need to shew them! Too wеll for new believing I know thеir old deceiving I am too old," I say, "and cold Today, for new believing"! But still the wanton presses With honey-sweet caresses And still, to my undoing He wins me with his wooing To buy his ware With all its care It's sorrow and undoing