The Dreaming Virgins Conceited happiness.
OR,
The Innocent Maidens Hue and Cry
After the Pleasures of Love.
Here Beauty, Innocence and all, are met,
As Diamonds are in Gold compleatly set.
Here Love in Native Innocence we paint,
Such Beauty rais'd, and Gold ne'r yet made faint.
Tune of, My Life and my Death. With Allowance.
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I Am a young Maiden so brisk and so gay,
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A Portion I have, and no longer wou'd stay:
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There's something I long for, 'tis something thats fine
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For which I oft sigh, and wish it were mine.
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I dream (it is true) of much pleasure and ease,
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And ofter to dream so me better wou'd please:
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But oh! when I awake I find all but a shade,
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And still I continue a languishing Maid.
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One night I did fancy young Cupid was nigh,
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And told me he'd brought me an Ocean of joy:
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When strait a young gallant approached in charms,
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And flew with all eagerness into my Arms,
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Whilst saintly resistance I seemingly made,
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And coyly I struggl'd as I would have fled,
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But a thousand soft pleasures methought bid me stay
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And I cou[']d have wish'd to have slumber'd all day.
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But these are faint things, I wou'd further enjoy,
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The shade of a blessing does blessings destroy:
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'Tis strange that such youth and such beauty lies by
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That Rose-buds in prime so neglected should lye;
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To dream is a pleasure, but if I guess right,
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Than dreaming, there yet is a further delight;
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Earth Bird of the Ayr with its Mate does rejoyce,
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And creatures of kind of their like so make choice.
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The Turtle with billing the Turtle does greet,
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And with their soft cooing their Loves do repeat;
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The Redbreasts are joyful in pairs on each Bough,
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Each Lark on the wing does its loving mate know,
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The Lapwing is weeping when it is alone,
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And for her lost Mate does the Nightingale mone;
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The Hind does her Hart with much kindness invite
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In Forrests and Mountains to take his delight.
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THen were there no pleasure united to be,
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How then would all these in their union agree?
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Something that my innocence cannot yet scan
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Does raise a desire for to love the thing man:
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For oft I observe when I wishfully gaze,
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My heart it does beat with a blush in my face,
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I stand as intranced, and cannot remove
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Those eyes I have fix'd on an object I love.
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Than thus for to view him there more is I guess,
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Or else after seeing I should love him less,
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All objects (at first though they greatly may please)
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By oft being view'd in their Lustre decrease:
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But this is not so, but my fancy does move
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The more I behold it, the more for to love:
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There's something within me does plead still his cause,
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And Nature informs me i'm bound by her laws,
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To love my own likeness, and pleasant to be,
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Why then shou'd all things and not Mankind agree?
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Let Parents preach on, for though rigid they prove,
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There is a Desire does prompt me to love;
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What though I am young, I the longer shall know
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Those pleasures I dream of, if Love can bestow
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Those joys upon one whom his Laws wou'd obey,
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And squander not idly pleasures away.
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If Cupid e're pitty'd a languishing Maid,
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If never true kindness true virtue betray'd,
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If innocent love that ne'r learn'd to deceive,
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Can pleasure to Lovers that constant are give:
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If joys that I know not for me are in store,
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If Lovers in pleasure can never be poor,
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Then pitty, ye Powers, and let me be blest
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With what I in Dreams and so often possest.
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And all my endeavours shall still be to please
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In innocent Love for such pleasures as these:
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Arm, arm gentle Cupid, and let fly thy Dart
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With flame that is mildest to pierce some ones heart
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And guide him the way as successful to prove
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As I am to yield to the charms of Love:
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Make Feavers so equal to burn in our breast,
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That both may know Love, and in Loving be blest.
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