A Dialogue in Imitation of that between Horace and Lydia

1. Lover

While thou diddest love me and that neck of thine
More sweet, white, soft, then roses, silver, downe,
Did weare a neck-lace of no armes but mine,
I envide not the King of Spaine his crowne.

2. Lady

While of thy hart I was sole Soveraigne,
And thou didst sing none but Mellinaes name,
Whom for browne Cloe thou dost now disdaine
I envide not the Queene of Englands fame.

3. Lover

Though Cloe , be lesse fayre, she is more kinde,
Her gracefull dauncing so doth please mine eye,
And through mine eares her voyce so charmes my minde
That so deare she may live I le willing die.

4. Lady

Though Crispus cannot sing my praise in verse,
I love him so for skill in Tilting showne,
And gracefull managing of Coursiers fierce:
That his deare life to save, ile lose mine owne.

5. Lover

What if I sue to thee againe for grace,
And sing thy prayses sweeter then before,
If I out of my hart blot Cloes face,
Wilt thou love me againe, love him no more?

6. Lady

Though he be fairer than the Morning starre,
Though lighter then the floting Corke thou be,
And then the Irish Sea more angry farre,
With thee I wish to live, and dye with thee.
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