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.