From John Mundy’s Songs and Psalms, 1594.
Heigh ho! chill go to plough no more!
From John Maynard’s Twelve Wonders of the World, 1611.
The Bachelor.
How many things as yet
I have no wife as yet
That I may call mine own;
I have no children yet
That by my name are known.
Yet, if I married were,
I would not wish to thrive
If that I could not tame
The veriest shrew alive.
From Thomas Ford’s Music of Sundry Kinds, 1607.
How shall I then describe my Love?
She’s chaste in looks, mild in her speech,
In actions all discreet,
Of nature loving, pleasing most,
In virtue all complete.