Alice is tall and upright as a pine,
White as blanched almonds, or the falling snow,
Sweet as the
damask roses when they blow,
And doubtless fruitful as the swelling
Ripe to be cut, and ready to be pressed,
Her full cheeked
beauties very well appear,
And a year's fruit she loses every year,
Wanting a a man to improve her to the best.
Full fain she would be husbanded, and yet,
Alas! she cannot a fit labourer get
To cultivate her own content:
Fain she would be (God wot) about her task,
And yet (forsooth) she
is too proud to ask,
And (which is worse) too modest to consent.
Margaret is of humbler stature by the head
Is (as oft oft falls out with yellow hair)
Than her fair sister,
yet so much more fair,
As her pure white is better mixed with red.
This, hotter than the other ten to one,
Longs to be put into her
And loud proclaims she lives too long a maid,
Wishing for one t'untie her virgin zone.
She finds virginity a kind of ware,
very very troublesome to bear,
And being gone, she thinks will ne'er
And yet withal, the girl has so much grace,
for help I know she wants the face,
Though asked, I know not how
she would resist.