Goe And Catche A Falling Starre - Cleo Laine

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 return’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