THE SCRUTINIE SONG SET BY MR. THOMAS CHARLES I HY shouldst thou sweare I am forsworn, WHY Since thine I vow'd to be? Lady, it is already Morn, And 'twas last night I swore to thee II Have I not lov'd thee much and long, I should all other beauties wrong, III Not but all joy in thy browne haire But I must search the black and faire, IV Then if, when I have lov'd my round, With spoyles of meaner beauties crown'd, PRINCESSE LOYSA DRAWING SAW a little Diety, Minerva in epitomy, Whom Venus, at first blush, surpris'd, Now wanton, and ith' coole oth' Sunne And thousands more, whom he had slaine; I will un-God that toye! cri'd she; At Iphis feete, who smiles at all: And he (whilst she his curles doth deck) Her father there; Daphne the faire Who pay him their due Orisons, Gay as his youth, now offering Senceless and colde then he before. So said, she riv'd the wood in two, |