Canzonets to four voices

Pierce did love fair Petronel
Because she sang and dancèd well
And gallantly could prank it;
He pulled her and he haul’d her
And oftentimes he call’d her
Primrose pearls prick’d in a blanket.

Thrice blessèd be the giver
That gave sweet love that golden quiver,
And live he long among the gods anointed
That made the arrow-heads sharp-pointed:
If either of them both had quailèd,
She of my love and I of hers had failèd.

Simkin said that Sis was fair,
And that he meant to love her;
He set her on his ambling mare, —
All this he did to prove her.
When they came home Sis floted cream
And poured it through a strainer,
But sware that Simkin should have none
Because he did disdain her.