Come Hither: A Collection of Rhymes and Poems for the Young of All Ages

by Unknown

For whan thou waxest olde.

It is a name of no substaunce

But, my fayre chylde, what woldest thou have?

Infans.Syr of some comforte I you crave—

Mete and clothe my lyfe to save:

And I your true servaunt shall be.

Mundus.Fayre chylde, I graunte thee thyne askynge.

I wyll thee fynde[15] whyle thou art yinge[16]

So thou wylte be obedyent to my byddynge.

These garments gaye I gyve to thee.