The Passionate LOVER;
OR,
The Damosel's Grief, Crown'd with Comforts.
To a pleasant New Play-house Tune, much in Request;
This may be Printed, R.P.
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Maid.
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SIghs and groans and melancholly moans,
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I languish and anguish in doleful tones,
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For him I loved dear, I do complain,
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Because his Company I can't obtain.
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Man.
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Sighs and groans you say you are opprest,
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You say I am he whom you loved best,
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But if it be so and your heart be true,
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Then I will bear a part as well as you.
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Maid.
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Men are deceitful who can them believe
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Their flattering words, they Maids deceive:
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With their rubie Lips and their tempting eye,
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They terrifie poor Maidens till they dye.
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What cares he that never felt the smart,
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Of this my languishing love-sick heart,
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Had you a sence of what I do endure,
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Then you in Love would grant a speedy cure,
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Tis pale Death that now must give me ease,
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For there is nothing else my heart can please,
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Then on my Tomb, alas! it shall be read,
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That here lyes a Loyal Lover dead.
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Man.
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Thou hast no cause my dearest to complain,
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For as I am thy Love I will remain,
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To but believe me thou shalt be my Bride,
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For I vallue none in the World beside.
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None but thee, my love I adore,
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Thy Blessings dearest here I will restore,
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Dry up thy tears and take this tender kiss,
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Being in token of a true Loves bliss.
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Maid.
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Was I sure that these thy words were true,
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Then might I bid my sorrows quite adieu,
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Yet I have known Men say as much as this,
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And then have left their lovers in distress.
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For when they have brought us to their bow,
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They then do prove our final overthrow,
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True hearted Men I find there is but few,
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Nay, I may say the very same by you.
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None but I, you say you do adore,
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Have you not said as much as this before,
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When you declar'd that I should be your wife,
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And yet you left me near bereav'd of Life.
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Man.
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When I left my Love, it was to try
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Thy pure affections, and thy constancy,
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I know when Cupid doth Mens hearts invade,
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Females have often times the Tyrant play'd,
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But I find my Love is none of those,
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Therefore my heart to thee I will disclose,
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Thy Loyalty my purest Love hath won,
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'Tis none I prize but thee beneath the Sun.
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We'l ne'r part while I remain alive,
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Then let thy drooping Spirits now revive,
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The very mountains shall as soon remove,
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As I found disloyal to my love.
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Now when he had uttered forth his mind,
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There was no grief, but both to love inclin'd
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Where he imbrac'd her in his tender arms,
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With many sweet salutes and pleasing charms.
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Thus was tears strait turned into joy,
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There's nothing can their comforts now annoy,
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By solemn vows their hearts are linked fast,
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To live in Love, as long as life shall last.
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