Loves Conquest; OR,
The Powerful force of Beautyes Charms
Being a most delightful New play Song.
Loves power, no power on Earth could e're withstand
His great Dominions over Sea, and Land,
The fiery God of War layes by his arms
And does submit to Venus, softer charms,
O're all on Earth he has his Conquest made,
Heaven feels his force which must be still obey'd.
To the Tune of; Now! Now the fight's done, Or Digbyes Farwell.
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NOw, now the Fight's done the great god of War lies
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sleeping in shades & fast closing his eyes
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Love laughs at his rest and souldiers Alarms
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He Drums and he trumpets and struts in his arms,
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He rides on his Launce and the bushes he bangs,
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And his broad bloody sword on the Willow tree hangs.
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Love smiles when he feels the shurp [p]oint of his dart
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And he wings it to hit the grim god in the heart,
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Who leaves his Steel bed and Bolsters of Brass,
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For Pillows of roses, and Couc[h]es of Grass,
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His courser of lightning is now grown so slow
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That a Cupid i'th Sadle sits bending his bow.
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Love, Love is the cry love and kisses go round
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Till Phiil[u]s and Damon lye clasp'd on the ground,
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The Shepherd too quick does her pleasure destroy
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[?] is abortive she cryes and he murders my joy
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But he rallyes again by the forces of her charms
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And killes [?]es and dyes in her arms,
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Till she with soft sighs and her fragrant breath
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Revives the great warriour from loves pleasing death
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And with such brigt glances as beams from her eyes,
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She fires his soul with fresh vigors which rise,
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From the sence of delight and the Ocean of bliss,
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That flows from her lips when she charms with a kis
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Oh! her power's too great for his arms to withstand,
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His conquests are yielded up at her command,
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She rules he dread fury and wildness in War
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And wins all his tropheys without Sword or Spear,
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While tamely he bows nor has power to resist
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When such pointed beauty does enter the list.
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Oh! the bloody fields now neglected must lye
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While loves sweeter combat the Warriour will try
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Though sure to be conquerd and put to the foil
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When once the wing'd god has him fast in his toil,
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So panting between the two hills of white snow
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While that from loves fountain all pleasures do flow.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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Such Streams of delight which I dare not relate
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Least wounded with passion I feel the same fate,
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Till tyred with bliss he is forc'd to retreat
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Like a Souldier that storms from the wall often be[at].
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For who with soft Venus can hold out the fight
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And not be reaved of all his great might.
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Love, love is the power that a conquest will gain
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All Armour and weapons against it are vain,
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The conquering Caesar whom earth did obey
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To Egypts fair Queen his love homage did pay,
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To the force of her eyes and her Angel bright face
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His conquests his Tropheys and honours gave place.
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So strong the sm[a]ll god has his golden shafts made,
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That where they hit there his commands he has lay'd
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Each Cheek where the roses and Lillies do grow
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Are the aimes against which he does bend his great bow
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Then his wing'd Arrows that sing he lets flye
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Whilst panting o'th ground the fair beauty does lye.
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And Strugles in pangs which so pleasing do prove
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That she sighs Oh i'm wounded yet wounds like these love
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Looks cheerful & joyes tho loves captive she be
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And in strict embraces does count her self free.
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Oh! the ravishing transports that wait on loves throne
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The new joys that are blooming when old ones are gon
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From Ruby lips whence sweet Necture does flow
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From eyes with star twinkles and blushes that glow
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On the Rosy fair Cheeks which bashfully rise,
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When in her dear's Arms the coy Virgin she lyes,
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Yet sighing desires what she seems to withstand,
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And often loves Scepter she takes in her hand.
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Ah then seems to tremble and start as afraid
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And cryes I alass unto love am betray'd
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Yet faintly she cryes and with pleasure renew'd
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Soon stifles that sound and her fear is subdued
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Then bolder she grows till her Lover does yield
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To the force of her charms & retreats from loves field.
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