Never believe me if I love, 
Or know what 'tis or mean to prove; 
And yet in faith I lye, I do, 
And she's extremely handsom too: 
  She's fair, she's wondrous fair, 
  But I care not who knows it, 
  Ere I'le die for love, I'le fairly forgo it.

This heat of hope, or cold of fear, 
My foolish heart could never bear: 
One sigh imprison'd ruines more 
Then earthquakes have done heretofore: 
  She's fair, &c.

When I am hungry I do eat, 
And cut no fingers 'stead of meat; 
Nor with much gazing on her face 
Do ere rise hungry from the place: 
  She's fair, &c.

A gentle round fill'd to the brink 
To this and t'other Friend I drink; 
And when tis nam'd anothers health, 
I never make it hers by stealth: 
  She's fair, &c.

Black-Friars to me, and old Whitehall, 
Is even as much as is the fall 
Of fountains on a pathless grove, 
And nourishes as much my love: 
  She's fair, &c.