Loves Captivity and Liberty:
Or, The two various united Lovers.
Set forth in a Ditty, to invite
All Lovers to the same delight.
To an excellent new Tune, called, I'll go no more to the old Exchange.
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O Ft have I sworn I'le love no more,
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but when I think on thee,
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I have no power to give ore
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thy Captive I must be:
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For so many sweets and graces dwells
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between thy lips and eyes,
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That whosoever looks on thee
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must needs be made a prize.
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Come gentle sweet, let our red lips meet,
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and haste unto the Ferry,
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That our Nuptial rite, may be with delight
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to make our senses merry.
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Sure thou hadst learnt some cunning Art,
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made by the God of F ire,
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Which doth not onely catch the heart,
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but captive their desire:
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For I have laboured to be free,
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this long seven years and more,
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But whensoe're I think on thee,
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I'me faster than before.
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Come gentle sweet, etc.
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Thy glistring Comets are like charms
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and have inchanting spells,
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I snow no life but in thy arms,
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to live where Love now dwells,
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Thou art the keeper of my heart,
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and may to me restore,
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My love, my life, and liberty,
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as I have had before.
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Come gentle sweet, etc.
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What though I love in servitude,
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constrained so by Love,
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Alcides beauty once subdu'd,
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as Daphne conquered Jove ;
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I know no Medicine for my wound,
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but thy approved Art,
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Whose perfect skill and gifts profound
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can heal my love-sick heart.
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Come gentle sweet, let our red lips meet,
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and haste unto the Ferry,
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That our Nuptial rite, may be with delight
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to make our senses merry.
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Then welcome sweet captivity,
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seeing there is no relief,
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Although I lose my liberty,
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I honour still the Thief,
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T hough from thy looks I ne're can have
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a cure for my pain;
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My comfort is, I once was lov'd
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and may be lov'd again;
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Come gentle sweet, let our red lips meet,
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and haste unto the Ferry,
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That our Nuptial rite, may be with delight
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to make our senses merry.
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What sugred melody is this
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so pleasant in my ear,
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Delicious Musick, Loves bliss,
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which I by chance to hear?
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O 'tis the voice of my True-love,
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complaining he's in thrall,
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T hy courteous suit I will approve,
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and make amends for all.
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Come gentle sweet, etc.
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Oft has my love repulsed been,
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his constancy to try,
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With perfect eye I now have seen,
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your love and loyalty:
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As thou are captiv'd in my breast,
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so thou has stoln from me,
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By Cupid 's aid I do protest,
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my life and liberty.
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Come gentle sweet, etc.
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T hen see there's no obstructive thing
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our Loves to separate,
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As Birds do couple in the spring,
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so must we imitate;
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M y care shall be to shrowd thee still,
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I'le twine thee in mine arms,
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T hat none thy dearest blood shall spill,
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to work two Lovers harms:
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Come gentle sweet, etc.
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I'le be a Fortress to defend
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Hy Sweet-heart from his F oe,
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In midst of troubles I'e attend,
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and through all sorrows go:
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Water and Fire ne're shall cause
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a timerous fear in me;
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For I have sworn by Cupid 's Laws,
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thy faithful Love to be:
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Come gentle sweet, etc.
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Here is my life, my heart and hand,
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ingag'ed for thy sake,
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T o Love's first principles I'l e stand;
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and this fair promise make:
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W hilst I have breath, till dismal death
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I'le be bethroath'd to thee,
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T hat Lovers may, enjoy a day,
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of Peace and Unity.
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Come gentle sweet, let our red lips meet,
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and haste unto the Ferry,
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That our Nuptial rite, may be with delight
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to make our senses merry.
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Finis.
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