Goe, and catche a falling starre,
Get with child a mandrake roote,
Tell me, where all past yeares are,
Or who cleft the Divels foot,
Teach me to heare Mermaides singing,
Or to keep off envies stinging,
And finde
What winde
Serves to advance an honest minde.
If thou beest borne to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand daies and nights,
Till age snow white haires on thee,
Thou, when thou retorn'st, wilt tell mee
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And sweare
No where
Lives a woman true, and faire.
If thou findst one, let mee know,
Such a Pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet doe not, I would not goe,
Though at next doore wee might meet,
Though shee were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet shee
Will bee
False, ere I come, to two, or three.
[Song. 1633-69: Song, A Songe, or no title, A18, A25,
B, C, Cy, D, H40, H49, JC, L74, Lec, N,
O'F, P, S, S96, TCC, TCD]
[3 past yeares] times past 1669: past times P]
[11 to see] go see 1669, S, S96: see most other MSS.]
[20 sweet; 1669: sweet, 1633-54]
[24 last, till] last so till O'F, S, S96]
[27 False, ... three] False, ere she come to two or three.