The Despairing Lover,
Whose minde was much tormented,
Because of his True-Love
Hee thought hee was prevented.
To the tune of, Aime not too high.
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BReake heart and dye, I may no longer live,
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To enjoy this world nothing that I will give,
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I live forlorne my joyes are from me fled,
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I have lost my love, alacke my heart is dead.
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Each thing on earth continueth with his Love,
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The pretty Pigeon and the Turtle Dove,
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And divers others in the world I know,
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But my Love will not seeme to love me so.
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I little thought what now I true doe finde,
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I did not deeme my Love would be unkind:
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But tis no newes, for many prove untrue,
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And so doth mine, for she bids me adieu.
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But seeing tis so, Ile turne a Palmer poore,
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And I will range abroad the World halfe ore,
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To see if I can find some dismall Cave,
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There will I dwell, there will I make my grave.
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I will goe travell in some other Land,
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To France, to Spaine, or Turkie out of hand,
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Where unto strangers there will I complaine,
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How that my Love hath me unkindly slaine.
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If I doe land upon some other shore,
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Whereas no man did ever land before;
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Then shall I thinke my selfe a happy man,
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Because my death no man shall understand.
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There will I write my fill of my true Love:
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Did I say true? What fury did me move,
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To count her true, that alwayes proves unkind,
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And is as fickle as the wavering wind?
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Since she was faire and lovely in my sight,
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She was my joy and all my hearts delight:
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But now her smiles are turnd from frownes & i[?]
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To kill my heart with woe is her desire.
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Bright Phoebus beames are darkned in the skie[s]
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When as the stormes of Boreas doe arise:
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Yet he doth quickly shine after the raine,
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But my coy Mistris will not love againe
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I would I were i th middest of the Seas,
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In some broken Vessell if the Fates did please,
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Where neither love nor comfort can be found,
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But every houre expecting to be drownd.
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My speeches all doe but prolong my paine,
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For I did never saile the Ocean maine:
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Nor will I suffer life in me to bide,
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So long to wait the time of winde or tide.
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Seeing tis so, toth Wildernesse Ile hie,
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Among wild beasts, where I intend to dye,
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Where Lyons, Bears, & other wild beasts mourn
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The Dragon, Elephant, and Unicorne.
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Thus many wishes have I wisht in vaine,
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But none of those will rid me out of paine:
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This piercing Poniard now shall end the strife,
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And kill my heart, that loathes this mortall life.
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This being spoken forth his Love did rush,
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Beholding him with many a changing blush:
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O hold quoth she, and heare what I must say,
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Doe not despaire, nor worke thy lives decay.
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You Maidens faire I pray come lend an eare,
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And you shall heare how true she doth appeare:
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She gave him comfort in his troubled mind,
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And ever after proved loving kind.
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A constant and a kinde Maid.
Which saved a proper Young-mans life,
And after proved his loving Wife. To the same tune.
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COntent thy selfe my love and doe not dye,
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Thy life I love, thy death I doe defie;
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Live then in joy, and seeke to banish paine,
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Take a good heart, and I will love againe.
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All things on earth doth love its chosen Mate,
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And thou contenmest me and sayest I hate;
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Men love by fancie, Birds they love by kind,
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Then fancie me and thou shalt favour finde.
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For all the good that ever Craesus wonne,
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I will not seeme to leave my love alone;
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No, no, my Love, I will not prove untrue,
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Nor will I change my old friend for a new.
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Thou shalt not need to turne a Palmer poore,
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For I for thee have Gold and Silver store;
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Instead of finding out a desart place
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Thou shalt have me within thine armes timbrace
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Thou shalt not travell to another Land,
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For I am she that am at thy command:
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Thou shalt my deare have no cause to complaine,
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For I with joy thy Love will entertaine.
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If thou hadst landed on some forreine shore,
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Then I would never have enjoyd thee more:
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But being thou art here arrivd with me
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Thou shalt not goe hence dangers for to see.
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What wouldst thou write of me thine own true love,
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Feare not, my Love, for I will constant prove,
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I am thine owne, and so thou still shalt find,
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To thee I will be loving, true, and kinde.
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As I was faire and lovely in thy sight,
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So will I prove thy joy and hearts delight,
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I will not seeke my dearest love to kill,
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But I will yeeld unto thy wished will.
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Sweet I have listened to thy moanes and cryes,
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Weepe thou no more but dry thy watred eyes:
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The stormes are past and Sun Shines after raine
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And I doe vow to love thee once againe.
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If thou wert in the raging Seas so wide,
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Upon a Dolphins back faine wouldst thou ride:
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Desiring Neptunes succour out of hand,
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To be thy Pilot to some certaine Land.
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Sweet Love much danger doth abroad ensue,
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The Seas and wildernesse bid thou adue:
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Nere seeke to write, or thinke of winde or tide,
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But live with me, and I will be thy bride.
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Oh stay at home sweet Love, and goe not there,
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Wilde Beasts in pieces will thy body teare:
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When I behold them for to sucke thy blood,
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They shall have mine, my Love, to doe thee good.
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Loe thus to thee my Love I doe make knowne,
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Vowing hereafter I will be thine owne;
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Loe stay thy hand my Love and doe not kill
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Thy gentle heart, that I could love so well.
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Then strait he tooke his Love into his armes,
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Which had preservd him from such dangerous harms
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Welcome (quoth he) I love thee as my life,
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And quickly after he made her his wife.
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Thus have you heard my song of woe and joy,
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Let Maids and young men listen tot I pray:
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Make you no vowes, but have a speciall care,
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For fear [you] wound your Mates with deep despair
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