Classic Poem

I haue a loue thats faire,
soe constant, firme, & kinde!
shee is w i thout compare,
whose favor doth me blind!
shee is the flower of Maids tha t hath beene, is, or can bee!
when beautyes garlands made, itshalbe borne by Nancye.
Her golden haire w i th a face soe fayre,
her cheekes like snow where roses grow;
Pretty Nancy lipps w i th a breath soe sweete,
a pretty chin w i th a dimple in,
hath woone my hart euen for her p ar t;
Pretty Nancy, my M istres s of true constancy!

If venus will consent my vow to grace my bed,
I will not wronge my freinde by noe entisment led,
Nor the fairest dame on earthshall gaine me favor from,
If thou wilt but consent to be my true loue, Nanny!
for shee may com m and both hart & hand,
& my body too to ryde or goe
both night & day, if shee will but say
" Good servant, do this ffor mee. "
If I deny, then let me try
what it is to wronge soe fayre a one;
denyall dew Ile neuer vew!
Pretty Nancy, I haue beene thine & wilbee!

To seall this bargaine vp, receiue my hart in pawne;
I am that onlye man, constant loue hath made me one;
then doe not thou disdaine my true loue for to bee!
grant loue for loue againe, my pretty sweet-hart Nany!
Since the heauens aboue record of loue,
let vs agree most willinglie
that the world may know it was only thou,
Pretty Nany, My M isires s of true constancy!
and with a kisse Ile seale thee this.
to thee adew! pretty, be trew
from him whose hart shall neu er p ar t!
Pretty Nancy, I haue beene thine & wilbee!