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George Gascoigne

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The Lullabie of a Lover

Sing  lullaby,  as  women  doe,  
Wherewith  they  bring  their  babes  to  rest,  
And  lullaby  can  I  sing  to,  
As  womanly  as  can  the  best.  
With  lullaby  they  still  the  childe,  
And  if  I  be  not  much  beguild,  
Full  many  wanton  babes  have  I,  
Which  must  be  stild  with  lullabie.

     First  lullaby  my  youthfull  yeares,  
It  is  nowe  time  to  go  to  bed,  
For  croocked  age  and  hoary  heares,  
Have  wone  the  haven  [within]  my  head:  
With  Lullaby  then  youth  be  still,  
With  Lullaby  content  thy  will,  
Since  courage  quayles,  and  commes  behind,  
Go  sleepe,  and  so  beguile  thy  minde.

     Next  Lullaby  my  gazing  eyes,  
Which  wonted  were  to  glaunce  apace.  
For  every  Glasse  maye  nowe  suffise,  
To  shewe  the  furrowes  in  my  face:  
With  Lullabye  then  winke  awhile,  
With  Lullabye  your  lookes  beguile:  
Lette  no  fayre  face,  nor  beautie  brighte,  
Entice  you  efte  with  vayne  delighte.

     And  Lullaby  my  wanton  will,  
Lette  reasons  rule,  nowe  reigne  thy  thought,  
Since  all  to  late  I  finde  by  skyll,  
Howe  deare  I  have  thy  fansies  bought:  
With  Lullaby  nowe  tak  thyne  ease,  
With  Lullaby  thy  doubtes  appease:  
For  trust  to  this,  if  thou  be  styll,  
     My  body  shall  obey  thy  will.

Eke  Lullaby  my  loving  boye,  
My  little  Robyn  take  thy  rest,  
Since  age  is  colde,  and  nothing  coye,  
Keepe  close  thy  coyne,  for  so  is  best:  
With  Lulla[b]y  be  thou  content,  
With  Lullaby  thy  lustes  relente,  
Lette  others  pay  which  hath  mo  pence,  
Thou  art  to  pore  for  such  expence.

     Thus  Lullabye  my  youth,  myne  eyes,  
My  will,  my  ware,  and  all  that  was,  
I  can  no  mo  delayes  devise,  
But  welcome  payne,  let  pleasure  passe:  
With  Lullaby  now  take  your  leave,  
With  Lullaby  your  dreames  deceive,  
And  when  you  rise  with  waking  eye,  
Remember  then  this  Lullabye.

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