Love and Constancy United:
Or the Languishing Lady made Happy.
A Pleasant new Song
Of ALEXIS and AMINTA.
To a pleasant new Tune, Or my Life and my death . This may be Printed. R. P.
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M Y Life and my Death lies both in your power,
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I never was wretched till this cruel hour,
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Sometimes it is true, you tell me you Love,
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But alas! 'tis too kind for me ever to prove,
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Cou'd you guess with what pain my poor heart is opprest
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I am sure my Alexis wou'd soon make me blest.
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Distractedly Jealous I do hourly rove,
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Thus sighing and musing 'tis all for my love;
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No place can I find that will yield me relief,
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My Soul is for ever entangl'd in grief.
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But if the kind Stars let me see him, O then,
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I le forgive the Cruel author of all my past pain.
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'Tis strange his unkindness is such, when poor I,
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Contented cou'd languish for him till I dye,
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And think it a pleasure, to feel such sweet pain,
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If my thoughts cou'd convince me he'd come but again,
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So hard there's no heart, but methinks it should yield,
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When beauty in tears does thus plead for the field.
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My Alexis return, then return and be kind,
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Since you amongst Virgins a faithful one find:
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What e're you demand you shall see I will do,
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You never you never shall find me untrue,
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Come rescue me then from the arms of pale Death,
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Or she who'd enjoy you must yield him her breath.
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How oft when I crown'd you with Garlands, did you
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Swear you would for ever prove constant and true,
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And tenderly grasp my soft hand with a smile,
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And whisper'd a thousand soft things all the while,
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Which melted my Soul in a passion of love,
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To grant my dear shepherd what e're he wou'd move.
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For if he returns not to give me relief,
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My Soul is for ever entangl'd in grief,
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Return then Alexis , return and be kind,
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Since a Virgin more faithful you never can find:
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Return and i'le make you the pride of the plain,
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But alas 'tis my fear that I wish all in vain.
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The fates O too cruel I fear will deny,
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Yet come what will come, I at last can but dye,
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But stay, who approaches so manly and great,
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A Shepherd, it cannot be of a mean fate,
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O 'tis my dear Love, let me flye to that bliss,
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And greedily snatch from his lips a kind kiss.
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Alexis.
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Cease fairest Aminta to grieve any more,
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Behold thy Alexis that doth the adore,
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Bends at your feet, and presents you a heart,
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O'recharg'd with such joys as he cannot impart:
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Your Constancy dearest Aminta I find,
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And henceforth Alexis will ever be kind.
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Aminta.
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Oh me! I must chide you so strangely to prove,
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The passion of one that so kindly does love,
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Yet methinks when I gaze on your face 'twere a Sin,
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To let any pass on but love enter in:
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Conceiting I now all the World may out-brave,
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And nothing can want since Alexis I have.
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A lexis.
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No more my A minta but let's to the shade,
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And there make amends for the time we delay'd,
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Let us Crown all our joys with the transport of Love,
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Whilst ever for ever we constant will prove;
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Forgeting past pain, we will still live at ease,
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Whilst Alexis shall strive his Aminta to pelase.
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FiNiS.
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