From a Maiden Fallen From Grace
From A Maiden, Fallen From Grace
I shall speaketh of this lazy codpiece lover in jest:
My Lordship tempts thy lady friend.
Come hither, my mortal villain.
Bestow upon me your idle fortune.
Shall I asketh but for a trifle portion
of thy hidden vessel of golden coins, this time?
of thy hidden vessel of golden coins, this time?
Alas, make haste, to woo thine merry wench.
Do not pretend to deceive thine maiden,
one as true as I.
Lest I must vow to yield not my treasures.
Yet still thou must quench they wicked desires
in thy usual loathsome manner.
Therefore, do not curse thy saucy maiden
or torment her more this hour.
Please, I beg of you, do not let thy maiden say
"farewell" on this perilous winter's night eve.
I foreswear to please thee,
as thou desires are so well known to thine lover, only,
forever more.
Do not beseech me,
or place your burdens and evil vulgar ways
On this lovely maiden,
as I have traveled so far away
from mine own kingdom to find thee, my love.
If thou dost change thy wanton mind
remember that while thou questions thy morals
thy sum is past overdue, methinks.
And I will withhold mine golden love
Till the dawning's first light
when you shall cry for mercy
lest thine fair maiden
wilt be gone,
forever more.
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