The two Ioyful Lovers, OR, A true pattern of Love.
The Maid at first was most unkinde,
Yet bore at last a faithful minde:
For Cupid with his Bow and Shield.
At last did force her for to yield.
The Tune is, Fancies Phoenix.
R I
AWake, awake from slumbring sleep,
O heart why art thou fir'd so sure?
Why doth thou thus for fancy weep,
for those that cannot thée endure,
Or why should I my self disgrace
With doting on a Maidens face;
O no, O no, I will break that strife,
And live and dye a single life.
If she had prov'd as true to mée,
as I in heart did vow to be,
No cause she would have had to rue
my heart so stedfast is and true:
And still I scorn to change my minde,
What though she prove to me unkinde;
'Tis onely she must be my Wife,
Or e [...]se I'le live a single life.
O Cupid now, come let mée know,
Why I should thus abused be,
The truth unto mée now come show,
I am sure the fault is all in thée,
And cause of this my mournful cry,
Therefore come ease my misery;
And rid me of this home-bred strife,
Or I vow to live a single life.
Go tell my Mistriss it is I,
she must and cannot chuse but love,
I pray thée let thy arrows fly;
that she may true and constant prove,
For I no cause at all can sée
I should go bound, and she go frée,
Perswade her for to end the strife,
Or I vow to live a single life.
No man can tell except he try
the grief, and care, and misery:
A man in love may soon obtain.
and be rewarded with disdain:
So hard in heart some Maidens are,
Young men I pray you have a care:
For fear your heart be fill'd with strife,
No, rather chuse a single life.
But stay, mée-thinks, I hear a voice,
and harmony within mine ear,
I think it is my onely joys,
the voice of her I love most dear,
Forbear a while and you shall sée,
My love and I in unity.
I hope that she will end the strife,
And yeeld now for to be my Wife.
The second part, Being the Maidens answer to her self, being alone as she supposed, having a Cittern in her hand, she began to sing as followeth:
To the same Tune.
COme, come away, my dearest Dear,
make haste methinks thou stayes too long,
I am in fault I greatly fear,
blinde Cupid he hath done this wrong,
But now I fear with grief and pain,
A love-sick-heart with sorrow slain:
Would God I were his Marryed wife,
Or else for love I lose my life.
I several sorts of Suitors have,
that doth desire my company,
And all of them my love doth crave,
yet I to them make this reply,
Forbear your suite trouble not me,
A single life from care is free:
But yet to end up all the strife,
Would God I were my True-loves Wife.
'Tis he I vow and onely he,
that best deserves the fruits of Love,
I vow to him constant to be,
while life doth last, I true will prove,
Would God that he were standing by,
To hear my doleful harmony,
He would have then his heatts desire,
What civilly he could require.
Therefore content thy self dear friend,
my heart is fired now for ever,
And shall be while my life doth end,
thy onely joy thou mayest recover,
Therefore I once again reply,
Would God my Dear were standing by,
For I am resolved to end the strife,
Would God I were his married Wife.
I hearing of this kinde reply,
with musick swéet from my dearest Dear,
With courage bold I then drew near,
forgetting all my former care;
And with a salutation swéet
We did each other kindly gréet.
Shee yeilded what I did require,
And granted me my hearts desire,
So to conclude, we married were,
according unto Gods Decrée,
In love we live void of all care
in joy, in peace, and unity:
You Maidens all which hear this song,
Pray have a care you do no wrong:
But if your Loves be true and kinde,
Be sure to bear a faithful minde.
T. R.
FINIS.
London, Printed for Sarah Tyus on London-Bridge.