Amaryllis

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.