The Doubting Virgin;
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The Constant Youngman.
Observe what here is put in print,
All you that do love merriment:
It's for Young Men and Maids also,
Stay and hear't o're before you go.
Tune of Repriev'd Captive. By Tobias Browne.
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OH my Dearest do not slight me,
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for my love to thee is true,
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There is none but thee can right me,
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never change me for anew:
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You intrude me, and delude me,
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I think you cannot it deny,
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Now you leave me and deceive me,
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but can show no reason why.
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I wonder young-men are so crossful,
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since Virgins are so full of love,
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That makes Maids to be so bashful,
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thinking how young-men will prove
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But if in proving, they were loving,
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as they formerly pretend;
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Then how neatly and compleatly
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should we live till life doth end.
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Oh my dear, why dost thou doubt me
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that to thee I'le prove unkind,
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I think my self not well without thee,
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thou art always in my mind?
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If I do leave thee, or deceive thee,
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then I wish nothing may thrive,
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Nor let never my endeavour
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prosper whilst I am alive
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TH ou art she whom I love dearly,
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what can any Man say more,
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This is my mind I speak it freely,
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I never said so much before:
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Then sweet believe me, for it did grieve me
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to hear the moan my Love did make,
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My dearest Love i'le constant prove
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or believe no Man for my sake.
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My dear, what can there be expected,
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whilst that we on earth do dwell,
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Let not true love be neglected,
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then will every thing do well?
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This my speeches, though we have riches
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my sweetheart I you call,
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For all the money, my dear honey,
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true Love is the best of all.
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Suppose that wee had all the treasure
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that's in England to be seen,
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Or if that we had all the pleasure
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that belongeth to a Queen .
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Observe my speeches, I mean the riches
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that upon some men do fall,
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For all their pleasure, and their treasure.
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true Love is the best of all,
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Why do you use such expressions
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unto me who am your own.
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My heart you have in your possession,
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unto you it is well known?
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Pray never doubt it, nor pause about it,
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my dearest love 'tis thou art she,
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Water shall burn, and Wind ne'r turn,
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if that I prove false to thee
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This full glass I hope to drink it,
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in remembrance of my dear,
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Happy is the hour I think it,
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that I met my true love here.
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Now in pleasure without measure,
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we will pass the time away,
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Come my sweet heart we'l kiss and part
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for now we can no longer stay.
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So they parted for that instant,
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they both then were firm and true,
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If all young people were so constant,
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what needs there be so much ado?
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There needs no weeping, nor lost sleeping
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if they did in love agree,
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Nor no shaking, nor heart breaking,
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pray observe this thing from me.
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FINIS.
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