The stubborn Lover catcht.
While Corridon disdain'd to love.
And beauty did despise,
Those pleasant pains none could remove,
That sprang from Phillis Eyes. Tune, Amoret and Phillis
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YOung Corridon whose stubborn heart
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no beauty e're could move,
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Would smile to hear of Cupid's dart,
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and scorn d the thoughts of love.
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Till Phillis came with charming Eye
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his heart for to invade,
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And conquer'd then aloud did cry,
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i'me now a vassall made.
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i'me now a vassall made.
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He view'd her well that won his heart,
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and cryed i'me now undone;
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Come Cupid the end my deadly smart
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or else my thred is spun.
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My life a burthen sure will prove
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except you ease my pain,
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For I am now compell'd to love
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what once I did disdain.
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what once. etc.
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When I was free I laught at those,
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whome beauty did insnare,
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Now love so fast upon me grows
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that I must needs dispair.
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Except my Phillis prove so kind
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to answer my desire,
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To ease my discontented mind,
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and cool[e] my flaming fire.
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and coole. etc.
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He sigh'd and sigh'd and still complain'd
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that he could not endure,
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Those pangs of love that him so pain'd
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but must look out for cure.
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Oh whether shall I fly quoth he
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to find one hour of rest,
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Alass, alass, it cannot be
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i'me too too much opprest,
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i'me too. etc.
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You that are free take my advise
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and scorn not Cupid's power,
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You little think that in a trice
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he can your joys devour.
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For I poor haples Corridon
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was in a minute lost,
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When my disdains I think upon
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Me thinks i'me justly Crost.
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Me thinks, etc.
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Never despise the god of love
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whose power I cant relate,
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Nor well express who can remove
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my cruel riged fate.
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Yet in my pain such ease I find
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that tickles my desire,
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And though my thoughts are now confind
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No help I now require.
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No help. etc.
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These links of love are pleasant Chains,
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that please the fetter'd man,
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And while he of his smart complains
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his pleasures then began,
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Oh Cupid gentle Cupid now
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let me no more be free.
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For unto thee I made a vow
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that shall not broken be,
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that shall, etc.
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Let Phillis feel a little touch,
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of my tormenting bow
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Or else poor I shall feel too much
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Oh let it not be so.
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But let her pain be much like mine
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then ile applaud thy name,
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And though I count her now divine
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do not my passion blame,
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do not, etc.
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I now repent it not too late
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my sordid misconceit,
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For those that talk o'Lovers fate
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which I then call[']d deceit.
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Now i'le comply with and will lay
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that Cupids power is strong,
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Then Cupid send some help away
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Or else thou dost me wrong.
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Or else thou dost me wrong,
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When Phillis she invited me
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by favour to be kind,
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I slighted her she then did see
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how can she now be kind.
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My Rhetorick will prove in vain
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if I an offer make,
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To ask her now to ease my pain,
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And then my heart will break.
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And then my heart will break.
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It is but reason if I dye
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of this bewitch'd disease.
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That Phillis should triumphantly
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write such like lines as these.
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There goes the stubborn hearted soul
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that once did love despise,
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And Cupids power he would controul
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See now for love he dyes,
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See now. etc.
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Unpittied then unto the Grave,
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my Carkasse they will take,
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Yet one poor smile my life can save
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then pitty now awake.
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And never let my former crimes
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meet with such sharp reward,
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Because I did so many times
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Great Cupid disregard,
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great Cupid. etc.
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