Love and Loyalty.
She fearing that her Lover was Disloyal
This means did use to have a further tryal,
And after having her sad Fate lamented
Attempted death, which he in time prevented,
And wiping off her Tears, with many kisses,
He cheard her Heart, & so increast their blisses.
With Allowance.
Tune of, when Soll will cast no light.
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W Hen Soll with golden Rayes
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the Earth had warmed,
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And Shepherds with their layes
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the Wood-Nymphs charmed,
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All in a shady Grove,
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by few frequented
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A Lady deep in Love
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thus she lamented.
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O fortune full of spight
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why do I languish
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Bring my disloyal Knight
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to heal my anguish,
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Before my spirits fail
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with grief oppressed,
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Whilst I my fate bewail
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deeply distressed.
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How happy are those Maids
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who free from Courting
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Injoy their harmless Loves,
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in Rural sporting,
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Whose hearts are seldome slain
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by Oaths protested,
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Nor are through deep disdain
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by Grief molested.
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Their freedoms they enjoy
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and take their pleasure,
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So lovingly they toy,
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when they have leisure,
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Whilst I am day by day,
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by grief oretaken,
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Because that by my Love,
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I am forsaken.
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What doth it me avail
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to be descended,
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Of noble Parentage
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highly attended,
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Since that the Fates agree
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to keep me under
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Where hearts divided be
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and kept a sunder.
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Ye pretty Birds which do
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in the woods warble,
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Bear witness my loves heart,
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hard is as marble,
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Else would he pitty yield
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and ease my sorrows
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Who am slain in the field,
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by Cupid's Arrows.
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Upon the tender trees
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which plain will shew it
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There will I write my woes
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that all may know it
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Tygers that are so wild
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in the woods romeing,
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Shall be more tame and mild,
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hearing my mourning.
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But all in vain I grieve
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he doth not hear me,
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Nor will he me relieve
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or once come near me
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Therefore to bring me rest
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boldly I'le venture
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And pierce my constant breast
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for death to enter.
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Then cruel Knight farwel
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whom I did tender,
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Let loyal Lovers tell
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I did surrender,
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My dearest blood for thee
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at this same instant
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Though thou art false to me,
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I will dye constant.
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Her Lover being nigh
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And heard what passed
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Start up immediately.
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and to her hasted,
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O hold thy hand dear Love
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be not so cruel
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For I will constant prove
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to my dear jewel.
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My fault I do confess,
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twas ill done by me
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To leave thee in distresse
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all for to try thee
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But now amends ile make
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as much as may be
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Ile never thee forsake
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My Loyal Lady.
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His words which were so sweet
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Her senses charmed
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And then against all grief
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she straight was armed,
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They blest the time & place
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which brought them thither,
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And they did embrace
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an[d] swo ent together.
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