The Kind Lovers, Or, Cupids Conquest over Bashfulness.
Being The Happy Loves of Amandus and Coriana.
A most pleasant new play song.
The beauteous Nymph her bashful lover charms
And by sweet songs allures him to her armes
He taking heart layes all his blushes by,
Forc'd on by Love and her attractive eye,
Till to the height of bliss he does assume
And then for fear his transports leave no room,
For this it was the Proverb old was ment
'Tis bashful folly spoils a good intent.
To the Tune of. Hark! Hark in yon Grove, or Digbyes Farwell.
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Amandus.
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H Ark, hark, in yon Grove the fair Nymph she does sing
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Tis of love that she warbles & makes the hills ring
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How divinely she tunes her sweet voice to the shade
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And calls for her Lover as if he was fleed
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Oh! a beauty she's bright and the beams of her eyes
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Shoot stars all around and reflect on the skies.
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Oh! a beauty she's bright etc.
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I'le to her i'le to her and make my love known
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And shew her how powerful my passion is grown,
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Herhaps she'l be kind and grant me a kiss
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Alass; I no longer can stay from my bliss.
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Hail, Hail my dear Virgin to thee I address
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With a wound in my heart that I cannot express.
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Hail, hail my fair Virgin etc.
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Nor longer had power to resist the wing'd God
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Who sent his swift shaft from his Mirtell aboad,
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Then pardon me Damsel to a Lover be kind
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Amandus now sews that he favour may find,
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Upon smiles or frowns now depend life or death
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Then smile Coriana and stay my swift breath.
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Coriana.
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Alass! my Amandus the man that I sought
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What God or what fortune so luckely brought
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Thee to this Grove, incircled with streams.
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Amandus.
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Oh! am I awake now, or are these but dreams
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Speak, Speak my fair Angel these words are so sweet,
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That I am transported to hear thee repeat
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Coriana.
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Mistrust not Amandus I've loved thee so long
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And thou we'rt the Subject so late of my song
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I often have seen thee and blush'h at the sight
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Yet sham'd to make known my hop'd for delight,
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After you oft I my wishing soul sent
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And on my Amandus these eyes often bent.
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Amandus.
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Oh! soul of my love what shall I now say
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To you my bright Goddess I all my vows pay,
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So lavishly bless'd that my joy strikes me mute
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And did not love bid me I durst not dispute,
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Oh! for one kiss from those fair Ruby lips
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Whence Cupid himself the sweet Necture still Sipps
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Coriana.
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Lay bashfulness by me Amandus i'me free
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Come hide my rude blushes whilst under this tree,
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Whose lofty spread shade does adorn the fair Grove,
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We sigh and we languish in transports of love,
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Here none can see us, lets take our desire
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And let not chast flames on loves alter expire.
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Amandus.
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Haile to the beauty Coriana to thee
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And happy, thrice happy these shade may they be,
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That cover our joyes I no longer can stay
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From tasting a bliss of each moment's a day,
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Then on this fair bank that the Violets o're spread
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Let us expose e're this Miniute is fled.
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Coriana.
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Come, come to my Arms my Amandus I lye
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To receive your Embraces and blush at the Skye,
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Oh! softly my Lover the joy is more sweet,
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While I thy kind passion as willingly meet,
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'Tis Coyns that spoil the fair virgins intent
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While she shuns what she wishes and then does repent.
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Amandus.
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Tis true my bright beauty young men are the same
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They fear to declare when they burn with loves flames,
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But strugle with torter which know might find ease,
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And not only themselves and the virgin abuse,
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For while languishing Eyes do only expirss
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That their tongues dare not ask they murder their bliss.
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Coriana.
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But as my Amandus such fears no more rule
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Wee'l learn to be perfect in cupids great School,
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Oh! how these transports of love do surpass
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The utmost that thought did imagine they was,
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Oh! prove but thou constant ile lull thee with Charms
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Though I blush my dear Hero yet leave not thy Arms.
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Amandus.
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No, no my fair Goddess I ever cou'd dwell
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In the Springs of thy love and such pleasures now tell
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As would make all coy lovers no longer delay,
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But arm'd with desire drive blushes away.
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And pluck the fair fruit that they long have gaz'd on.
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While we lye thus clasp'd in sweet pleasures unknown.
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And plutk etc.
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