The Young Mans Joy, and the Maids Happiness.
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A pretty D ialogue, between two amorous Lovers.
The Young-man Woo'd the Damosel fair,
and soon obtain'd her faivour,
So they became a loving pair,
twas fit that he' should have her.
For now they sweetly do agree,
their minds in nothing vary,
But Thomas vows hee'l constant bee,
unto his pretty Mary .
To the Tune of, My Father gave mee House and Land .
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A S lately I to take the fresh Air,
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within the fields was walking,
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There did I espie a Damosel fair,
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that with a brave Lad was talking.
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She was indeed a lovely Lass,
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I never saw a sweeter;
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And he a gallant young Man was,
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who with these kind words did greet her.
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Man.
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Come hither to me my Amorous Girl,
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for dearly I do love thee,
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Thy person is far more precious than Pearl
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and I prise no one above thee.
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O[h] therefore be not coy my dear,
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thou hast no cause to fly me,
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Ile do thee no harm, thou needst not fear
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then prethee Love sit down by me.
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And if my suit thou wilt but own,
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my mind I will discover,
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And it shall plainly be made known,
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that I am thy unfeigned Lover.
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Maid.
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Hands off good Sir, pray let me be gone
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to me you are but a stranger,
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And if I should tarry with you all alone,
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I fear it would breed much danger.
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But if you really be my friend,
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and mean no harm to do me;
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Pray tell me quickly to what end,
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you have spoken these words unto me.
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For certainly until that I ,
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by chance came lately hither,
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In any place or company,
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we two were never together.
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Man.
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'Tis true my Dear, I must confess,
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thou speakest but what is reason,
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For I never had the happiness,
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to see thee before this season.
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Yet I have heard much of thy worth,
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by many a true relation,
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Thy name exceedingly is set forth,
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with praise and commendation.
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For in that precious breast of thine,
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such Vertues rare are dwelling,
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Thy person seems to be divine,
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all other far excelling.
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Thy Beauty it doth shine most clear,
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and so comely is thy Feature,
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That thou art admired far and near,
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to be a most peerless Creature.
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Thy courtestie to all appears,
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and thou haste a most lovely Carriage,
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O! that to rid me of all fears,
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thou wert joyn'd with me in Marriage.
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For therefore 'tis, that hither I come,
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to do my best endeavour,
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Resolving never more to go home,
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until I have gain'd thy favour.
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The second part, to the same tune.
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T Hen prethee love let me know thy mind
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swet let my speeches move thee
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And let my suit acceptance find,
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for dearly I do love thee-
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Maid.
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Your praises are far above my desert,
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yet I humbly thank you for them,
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If that they proceed from a faithful heart,
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for otherwise I do abhor them.
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But though your words & speeches be fair,
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and your tongue runs very nimble,
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Yet well it behoves me to have a care,
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for young men they will dissemble.
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Man.
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O do not think that I flatter my Dear,
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but put me unto the tryal,
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A faithful mind I ever did bear,
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and my heart unto thee is loyal.
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I would not falsifye my words,
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nor alter my affections,
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For all the wealth that the world affords
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for I hate such unworthy actions.
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My love is wholly fixt on thee,
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my mind shall never vary,
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But I will alwayes constant be,
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unty my lovely Mary .
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Then prethee Love let me know thy mind,
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sweet let my speeches move thee,
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And let my suit acceptance find,
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for dearly I do love thee.
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Maid.
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Sweet sir I perceive by what you say,
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you have a desire to Marry,
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Yet let me be well advis'd I pray,
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for fear that I should miscary.
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Such charges goes to a married Life,
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as are not easily gained,
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And if that I should become your wife,
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pray how shall I be maintained.
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Man.
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I that my Dear , be all thou dost fear,
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the matter will soon be decided;
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For I have five hundred pounds a year,
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then am not I well provided.
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When ever thou wants either silver or gold,
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if that thou dost but crave it,
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Though it be as much as thy Apron will hold,
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yet thou shalt quickly have it.
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Then prethee Love let me know thy mind
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sweet let my speeches move thee,
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And let my suit acceptance find,
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for dearly I do love thes.
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Maid.
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Why then sweet Sir, to you I yield,
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without any more denial,
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Your kind request shall be fulfill'd,
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and I hope you will be loyal.
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Therefore appoint our Wedding day,
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that as we our troth have plighted,
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Ev[e]n so we may, without farther delay
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be unto each other united.
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Man.
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How pleasant is my true Loves voice,
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like Musick sweet it soundeth,
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Because thou hast confirm'd my choice,
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my heart with joy aboundeth.
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Here take my hand thou pretty one,
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who hast my heart already,
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I'le constant be to thee alone,
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my love it is firm and steady.
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And since thou with me, so well dost agre
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my pretty amorous Lady,
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Our Nuptial Rites perform'd shall be,
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with as much speed as may be.
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Then will I strive to please my Love,
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and answer all her wishes,
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And eke imbrace my Turtle-dove,
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with thousands of sweet kisses.
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So shall we live in true content,
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and never be offended,
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But spend our days in merryment,
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until our lives are ended.
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