A Man And His Fancy Affection
Alas! How poor of him,
Not to be the first man to met thee,
When thy beauty embrace him,
Affection is the boon he sincerely plea.
To late to see, to late to be,
The qualified person thy heart applied;
No matter how hard he plea,
His heart and thee can not be unified.
Now look how happy he is,
Though he can not have thee;
He knew thou have somebody else kisses,
And he is the most aggrieved person to be.