Fair LUCINA
Conquered
By prevailing Cupid.
She that triumphed in disdain, at last was forc'd to yeild,
And of her self she thus complain'd, when Cupid won the Field:
Though at the first I was unkind, yet now i'le loving be,
And that my Coridon shall I find if he'l return to me,
When Coridon did hear these words, he did most joyfully
Embrace his kind, and dearest Love; and they did both agree.
To the Tune of, Jenny Gin, Or Russels Farwel, This may be printed R. L. S.
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LUcina sitting in her Bower,
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was wounded with a dart,
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Ascending from the secret power,
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which smote her to the heart,
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Immediatly she thus did cry,
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who can my comforts spill?
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Who can compell me for to love
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contrary to my will?
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Quoth Cupid, I will humble thee,
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and will subdue thy pride,
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I'le make thee now submit to me,
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it shall not be deny'd:
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I'le send such Arrows to thy heart,
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proceeding from my bow,
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Shall make thee feel loves fatal smart
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whether thou wilt or no.
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Quoth she, I did design to live
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a Maiden until Death,
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But now thou hast so wounded me,
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alas! I pant for breath,
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Thou pretty Nymph be not unkind
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to cast love quite away,
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I will be loyal thou shalt find
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unto my dying day,
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Sweet Coridon's deluding tongue,
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hath so insnar'd my mind,
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That in Loves fiery flames I burn,
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and can no comfort find?
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I slighted him who was my love
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and held him in disdain,
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But now my ruine it doth prove;
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in vain I may complain.
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What sweet expressions did he use,
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my favour to obtain,
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But I his kindness did abuse,
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by foul and gross diidain,
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For now I languish here in grief,
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and can no comfort see,
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Kind Death afford me some relief,
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make hast and set me free.
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O proud ambition, why did I
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his kindness thus reject,
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Who loved me so tenderly,
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shew'd me such respect,
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A Princely presence, grac'd with Fame,
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which did adorn him so,
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Which renders me indeed to blame,
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for often saying no.
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These words had scarcely pierc'd the air,
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e're her sweet Coridon
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Did to his dearest love repair,
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whose heart with Love was won:
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All sorrow then was vanisht quite,
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each Lover had their bliss;
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They both enjoy'd their hearts delight,
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and seal'd it with a kiss.
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The pretty Birds with pleasant notes
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most sweetly they did sing,
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With melody from their sweet throats,
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which made the Groves to ring,
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Thus they proclaim'd their mutual joy
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when Lovers did agree,
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Nothing seemed for to annoy,
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that gracious Harmony,
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