Classic Poem

As att noone Dulc[i]na rested
in her sweete & shade bower,
there came a shepeard, & requested
in her lapp to sleepe and hower;
but from her looke a wound he tooke
soe deepe, tha t for a further boone
the Nimph he prayes; wherto shee sayes
" forgoe me now, come to me soone. "

But in vayne shee did coniure him
to dep ar t her p re sence soe,
hauing thousand tounges to allure him,
& but one to say him noe.
where lipps invite, & eyes delyght,
& cheekes as red as rose in Iune
p er swade delay, what boots shee say
" forgoe me &c. "

Words whose hopes might have enioyned
him to lett D ULCINA sleepe
Can a mans loue be confined,
or a mayd her p ro mise keepe?
But hee her wast still held as ffast
as shee was constant to her tune,
though neere soe fayre her speechers were,
" forgoe me &c. "

He demands, " what time or pleasure
can there be more soone then now? "
shee sayes, " night giues loue tha t leysure
that the day cannott allow. "
" the said kind sight forgiues delight, "
q uo th hee, " more easilye then the moone "
" In Venus playes be bold, " shee sayes,
" fforgoe me &c "

But who knowes how agreed these loues?
Shee was fayre, & he was younge;
tounge may tell what eyes discouer;
Ioyes vnseene are neu er songe
did shee consent or he relent?
accepts he night, or grants shee none?
left hee her Mayd or not? shee sayd
" forgoe me now, come to me soone. "