Daphne's Complaint
For the absence of her Lover.
The absence of her love she moans,
With bitter sighs and grievous groans:
And still the burden of her Song,
Is, O my Love thou stay'st too long.
To a pleasant New Tune.
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WHen I heard a Trumpet sound,
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Down I laid upon the ground,
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And did listen to a sound,
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Which made the Ecchoes to rebound,
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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Underneath a Mirtle tree,
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All alone sat fair Daphne;
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On her lap a Lute she laid,
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Whereupon she sweetly plaid.
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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The Second Part, to the same tune.
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THe wil Bulld and savage Bear,
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Roaring came this voice to hear:
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When they heard fair Daphne's voice,
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Suddenly they ceast their noise.
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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Out of the woods the nimble Deer,
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Tripping came this voice to hear:
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All about her they did throng,
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And did listen while she sung,
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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Tygers, Wolves, and Lyons strong,
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Came to hear fair Dapne's song,
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And they all stood in amaze,
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When her voice she once did raise:
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Still she sung this mournful Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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With her voice, her Lute kept time,
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Whilst she sung this doleful rhime,
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Then she lookt, and long did wait,
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Still she thought her Love too late.
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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On the grassy plain she sat,
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Sore bewailing her sad fate,
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Still expecting of her Dear,
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Wishing that he has been there:
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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Sure thou hast forgot me quite,
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Or hast found some new delight,
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That I here must sit alone,
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For thy absence making moan.
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Still she sung this mournful Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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Some disaster at this time,
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Hath befallen the Lover mine,
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That thou art so long me fro,
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And so fills my heart with woe.
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st so long.
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Thus she did bewail her case,
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As she sat upon this place,
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Whilst the savage Beasts so grim,
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Tamely stood to hear her sing,
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Mournfully she sung this Song,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou stay'st too long.
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When her Lover came at last,
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At this sight he was agast,
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Then she bid him fear no harm,
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For these wild beasts, she would charm.
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Suddenly she chang'd her Song,
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Singing, O my love, O my love, O my love,
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thou hast stay'd too long.
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Then they sweetly did imbrace,
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In that flowry shady place,
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Whilst the frighted beasts did skip,
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To the woods, and nimbly trip:
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Thus she sung melodiously,
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O my love, O my love, O my love,
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Welcome to me.
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