I care not for these ladies that must be wooed and prayed;
    Give me kind Amaryllis, the wanton country maid.
    Nature Art disdaineth; her beauty is her own.
    Her when we court and kiss, she cries: forsooth, let go!
    But when we come where comfort is, she never will say no.

    If I love Amaryllis, she gives me fruit and flowers;
    But if we love these ladies, we must give golden showers.
    Give them gold that sell love, give me the nut-brown lass,
    Who when we court and kiss, she cries: forsooth, let go!
    But when we come where comfort is, she never will say no.

    These ladies must have pillows and beds by strangers wrought.
    Give me a bower of willows, of moss and leaves unbought,
    And fresh Amaryllis with milk and honey fed,
    Who when we court and kiss, she cries: forsooth, let go!
    But when we come where comfort is, she never will say no.

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