Invincible LOVE.
Who can withstand the power of Love,
or his Charmes disobey?
For struggling will their pains remove,
The clean contrary way.
Tune of, Moggies jealousie .
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M Y Dearest come hither to me,
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and i'le tell thee a peice of my mind,
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For all my delight is in thee;
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and thou shalt apparently find,
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That my love it is perfect and true,
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and so it shall ever remain,
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For I must bid all comforts adieu,
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if my dearest my Sute should disdain.
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Oh how many sighs have I spent
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when I thought of my Love & my Dear?
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In secret I us'd to lament,
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and I sometimes did part with a tear:
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Oh! grant me one amorous smile,
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to ease me of sorrow and pain,
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For Death all my joys will beguile,
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if my etc.
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My life I shall lose to be sure,
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if thou to my provest unkind;
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Oh who can such torments endure,
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as Lovers rejected do find?
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The torments I cannot express,
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nor the troubles wherein I remain,
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And my sorrows will never be less,
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if my etc.
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Sometimes a Dream gives me some ease,
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and I am, for a moment, content,
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With fancies my self I do please,
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but when I awake I lament;
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Then I storm like a Lover stark mad,
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and I wish for my freedome in vain,
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No Cure there s for me to be had,
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if my dearest my Suit should disdain.
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Oh fair one! now pitty my case,
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'twas thy beauty brought me in a snare;
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For there is such charms in thy face,
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that all men that do not take care,
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Will surely their liberty lose,
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and be link'd in Loves Fetters & Chain:
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Oh! do not my true love refuse,
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nor my kindness requite with disdain.
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I T greives me my Love for to hear
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thou dost make such a mournful complaint
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And my kindness thou need not to fear,
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I am forc'd to love thee by constraint:
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For my love unto thee is entire,
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and so it shall ever remain;
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For I freely do grant thy desire,
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by no means I thy Sute will disdain.
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I 'le strive night and day for to please thee;
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what can a poor Lover do more?
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And of all thy paines I will ease thee,
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that my love have afflicted so sore:
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Then be thou contented my Dear,
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and banish thy sorrow and pain,
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Thou shalt have no cause for to fear,
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that thy Sute I will ever disdain.
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False Dreams shall no longer torment thee
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nor trouble my Love in his sleep,
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I 'le study my Love to content thee,
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in secret no more shalt thou werp:
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I do swear now by all that is good,
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I my self now am link'd in Loves chain,
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And i'm now in an amorous mood,
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by no means I thy Sute will disdain.
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Oh! the charms of this conquering Love
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over Princes and Peasants do raign,
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And nothing their joys can remove;
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what is there can lessen their pain,
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Except gentle smiles and sweet kisses
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do flow from their Lovers amain?
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And this the true High-way to bliss is;
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and this will quite banish disdain.
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Then Dearest let's haste to be married,
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our happiness for to compleat,
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Methinks that too long we have tarried,
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come finish all I thee intreat,
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For I never shall have any quiet,
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nor ever be cur'd of my pain;
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I love and I cannot deny it,
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what needst thou to fear my disdain?
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