The Amorous Petitioner,
This Maiden she in great distress to Cupid made her moan,
And said her life was comfortless while thus she liv'd alone.
Tune of, Cloris full of harmless thought, Young Phaon, Busie Fame, or
the Lanthorn Horns grow dimn.
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AS I did lately walk ab[r]oad
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to view the Meadows green,
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Not thinking to be overheard
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nor hardly to be seen.
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For 'twas before the Suns bright beams
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had banisht darksome night,
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At length he shined in extreams,
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which did my heart delight.
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Amongst the Violets there I sate
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and to my self thus said,
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I doubtless am unfortunate
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a poor and helpless maid.
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There's none that pitties my distress
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nor minds my grievous moan,
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But here I sit quite comfortless
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[l]amentng all alone,
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Oh! Cupid on me pitty take,
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and hear my sad complaint,
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Oh! quickly help me to a mate
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now I am like to faint.
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How can it chuse but grieve me sore
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that can no bliss injoy.
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While other maids have Sweethearts store,
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oh! hear me gentle boy.
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Let me not be above the rest
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unhappy by my Birth,
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Rather than thus to live opprest
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turn me again to earth.
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For I no longer can endure
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nor lead a Life like this,
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It is three months at least I'me sure
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since I have had one kiss.
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Then grant me my Petition, or
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I certainly shall die,
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My Life already I abhor,
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thou knowst the reason why.
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And 'tis because like others I
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cannot enjoy a man,
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But still in flames I burn and fry
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let me do what I can.
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As thus she to her self did talk
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beneath the Mirtle Tree,
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A youngman chanc't that way to walk
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that lately came from Sea
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And viewing well this maiden fair
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her beauty pleas'd his eye,
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So he was soon caught in a snare
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and trap'd immediately.
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His heart that stubborn was before,
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now was compell'd to yield,
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And Cupid wounded him full sore
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whilst beauty gain'd the field.
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What sudden change is this said he
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that I do meet withall,
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What must I leave my liberty
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and change it for a thrall.
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Well since it can no better be
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I needs must be content,
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And no more hope for to live free,
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so to this Maid he went.
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Sweetheart said he, a wonder strange
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to you I will relate,
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And my condition I will change
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if thou wilt be my mate.
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I travell'd both by Sea and Land,
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and ne'r could meet before
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That beauty that could me command,
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but thee I must adore.
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And if thou dost my Suite deny
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i'me ruin'd and undone,
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But now my dearest I comply,
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for thou my heart hast won.
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She with a blushing smile replied,
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you men so false do prove,
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That we poor maids are terrified,
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and know not who to love.
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But if thou constant wilt remaine
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as I will be to thee,
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Thou shalt not go to Sea again,
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but live and dye with me.
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