Mother, I will have a husband,
John-a-Dun should have had me long ere this:
He said I had good lips to kiss.
Mother, I will sure have one
In spite of her that will have none.
For I have heard ’tis trim when folks do love;
By good Sir John I swear now I will prove.
For, Mother, I will sure have one
In spite of her that will have none.
To the town, therefore, will I gad
To get me a husband, good or bad.
Mother, I will sure have one
In spite of her that will have none.
From Michael Este’s Madrigals of Three, Four and Five Parts, 1604.
My hope a counsel with my heart
She doth condemn my haste
In passing the estate
Of my whole life into their hands
Who nought repays but hate:
And not sufficed with this, she says,
I did release the right
Of my enjoyèd liberties
Unto your beauteous sight.
From Robert Jones’ Second Book of Songs and Airs, 1601.
My love bound me with a kiss