THE
Young Mans Resolution
To call to CUPID to send his Arrows to his best
BELOVED.
To the Tune of, When Kings are call'd to give Account what their Expences be.
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YOung Chorydon a stubbern Heart,
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No Beauty him could move;
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Would smile to hear of Cupid's Darts,
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And scorn the Thoughts of Love;
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Till Phillis, came with Charming Eyes,
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His Heart for to Invey,
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And Conquering then, aloud did Cry,
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I now Aversion Nay.
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He View'd her well, which won his Heart,
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And Cry'd, I am now undone,
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Come Cupid ease my deadly smart,
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Or else my Thrid is spun;
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My Life a Burden sure will prove,
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Unless you ease my Pain,
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For I am compelled now to Love,
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Which once I did Disdain.
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He Sigh'd and Sigh'd, and still complain'd,
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That he could not Indure,
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Though stings of Love which he sustain'd,
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But must look out for Cure:
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Oh! whither shall I fly, said he,
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To find one Hour of Rest,
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Alass! Alass! that may not be,
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I am too much Oppress'd.
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Never despise the God of Love,
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Whose Powers I cannot relate,
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Nor well express, who can remove
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My Cruel Raged Fate:
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For in my Pain such Ease I find,
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Which Tickleth my Desire,
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Although my Thoughts are now confin'd,
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No Freedom I Require.
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You that are Free, take my Advice,
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Disdain 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 Happiless Chorydon,
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Was in a Moment lost,
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When my Disdains I think upon,
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Me thinks I am strangely Crost.
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These Links of Love are pleasant Chains,
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Which please the Fettered Man,
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And when he of his Grief 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 have made a Vow,
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Which may not broken be.
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Let Phillis feel a little touch
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Of thy 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 Pains be much like mine,
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Then I'le Applaud thy Name,
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Although she counts me as now Divine,
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My Passion do not blame.
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FINIS.
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