The Windsor GALLANT
Courting the Country Farmers Daughter.
To a New Tune played at the Court; or, The Userers Daughter
This may be Printed , R. L. S.
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L Et my Fairest Virgin prove most kind to me,
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gentle Cupid most delightful is,
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No Swain shall be ever truer unto thee,
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fairest let me taste one tempting kiss:
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Beauty like sweet Venus should be kind to men,
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Prithee let me kiss thee once agen.
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Love is not a Duel cruel and unkind,
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But most soft and sweet to Maidens mind:
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For pleasure in sweet Loving Lovers always find,
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Therefore tender Beauties should be kind.
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Let no fine young Gallant think to conquer me,
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though you seem to be both young and fair,
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Such falce hearted Lovers Maids may daily see,
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though to us devinely men appear,
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We should not believe Loves soft and pleasing Tale,
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Least he should upon our hearts prevail.
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Cupid is a Duel cruel and unkind,
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Neither soft nor sweet to Maidens mind,
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For in Loves pleasures Torments lovers often find
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Therefore Beauties never should be kind.
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Mark how Golden Flowers in their bloom & prime,
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sweetly to our eyes appear all gay,
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But must loose their beauties in a little time,
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let not youth and beauty post away:
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Now while we have time let us advantage take,
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For Old Age young Cupid does forsake.
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L ove is not a Duel cruel and unkind,
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But most soft and sweet to Maidens mind;
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For pleasure in sweet Loving Lovers always find
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Therefore tender Beauties should be kind.
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Men are false as Dice, as vows they make in Wine
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maidens may not trust their hearts with these,
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For although they court with words most kind & fair
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yet like wind they flye away with ease:
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Nothing can be certain that you men relate,
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For where you pretend to Love you hate.
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Cupid is a Duel cruel and unkind,
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Neither soft nor sweet to Maidens mind,
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For in Loves pleasures, torments lovers often find
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Therefore Beauties never should be kind,
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These are words become Old dull and frosty age,
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let us think of all true Lovers joys,
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Let us now our tender hearts to each engage,
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that we may have a young race of Boys;
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Beauty is a Banquet that young Love should feast,
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That Old crazy Time should never taste.
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Love is not a Duel cruel and unkind,
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But most soft and sweet to Maidens mind,
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For pleasure in sweet Loving Lovers always [find ]
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Therefore tender Beauties should be kind.
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Wisely Ile take warning and those pleasure fe[ar]
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Cupid in Maids ruine takes delight,
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Therefore his sweet Banquet I must needs forb[ear]
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and not think upon the tempting night;
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Least like some young Bird I fall into the net,
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Which I wisely have avoided yet:
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Cupid is a Duel cruel and unkind,
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Neither soft nor sweet to Maidens mind,
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For in loves pleasures torments lovers often [find ]
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Therefore B eauties never should be kind.
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If you fall tis in your Lovers tender arms,
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nothing can more soft and easie be,
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There i'le keep my dear secure and safe from ha[rm]
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till we both the morning day-light see:
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These are harmless pleasures which the Swain [?] pr[?]
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And forsakes his Flock to feast with Love.
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Love is not a Duel cruel and unkind,
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But most soft and sweet to Maidens mind,
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For pleasure in sweet Loving Lovers always fi [nd ]
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Therefore tender Beauties should be kind.
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