A Lovers teares:
OR,
The constancy of a yong mans mind,
Although his choyce be too unkind.
All you yong men who heare this Ditty,
A Lovers teares bemoane with pitty.
To the tune of Sigh, sob, and weepe.
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YOu who have run in Cupids maze,
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and on fond beauties vainly gaze,
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Attend while I explaine my moane,
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and think my case may be your owne,
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Then learne to pitty Lovers teares,
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for love is full of cares and feares.
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The bitter sweets that I did taste,
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and borrowed hours consumd in wast,
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Makes me my friends with counsell arme
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that they in time may shun like harm.
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And learne etc.
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A curious beauty I adore,
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and must though she hate me therefore,
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For now I am within the net,
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at liberty I cannot get.
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Then learne etc.
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Ill hap had I to see her face,
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unlesse her heart would yeeld me grace:
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Her eyes had such attractive force,
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I needs must love without remorse.
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Then learne, etc.
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Her haires were Cupids chains to tie
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me unto her perpetually,
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For I must love her, tis my fate,
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and be repaid with mortall hate.
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Then learne to pitty Lovers teares,
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for love is full of cares and feares.
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I thinke on her both night and morne,
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which when she hears, she saies in scorn
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If you be foolish, sir, must I
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be bound your mind to satisfie?
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And thus my sad complaints she jeeres,
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for love is full of cares and feares.
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She thinks her selfe too high in bloud,
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and for to match with me too good,
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Fond foole sayes she; art so unwise,
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to thinke that Eagles strike at flyes?
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O yong men pitty Lovers teares,
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for love is full of cares and feares.
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Such unequality she makes,
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no pitty on my moane she takes,
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The more I weepe, the more doth she,
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insult over my misery.
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O yong men, etc.
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If I to her a letter frame,
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she saith she hates to reade my name,
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And therefore to prevent that paine,
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in scorne she sends it back againe:
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Then learne etc.
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If I doe meet with her by chance,
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my captivd heart (for joy) doth dance,
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But to suppresse that joy again,
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she turnes her face with coy disdaine.
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Then yong men, etc.
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The second part To the same tune.
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SHe shuns my presence with hast,
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then ere one word from me is past,
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Shees out of sight or out of call,
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and will not heare me speake at all.
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O yong men pitty Lovers teares,
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for love is full of cares and feares.
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Sometimes unto her maid I speake,
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and she my mind to her doth breake,
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Away thou silly foole quoth she,
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hees hardly good enough for thee.
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O yong men, etc.
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Thus she doth strive to vilifie
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my name with hatefull infamy,
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O note the haughty insolence
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of maids in fortunes eminence.
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And learne, etc.
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Wert not a shame it should be said
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I wood the Mistresse, yet the maid
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I am esteemd scarce worthy of,
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what man could beare so foule a scoffe?
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Yet I with patience take these jeeres,
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for love is full of cares and feares.
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I would my fancy could disswade
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me from the Mistresse to the maid,
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But o alasse that may not be,
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if ere I marry t must be she.
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O yong men, etc.
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I wish I could my heart reclaime,
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from doting on this scornfull dame,
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For all my sighs and all my care
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are like to arrows shot ith aire.
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O yong men etc.
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Suppose she be in her degree,
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(as she pretends) too good for me,
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In love the begger and the King,
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coequally doe feele the sting.
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O yong men etc.
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It is her proud fastidious thought,
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that only hath this difference wrought
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For in a true impartiall eye,
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theres no great odds twixt her and I,
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O yong men etc.
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Well, if I die as needs I must,
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Cupid grant me one boone thats just,
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That ere she wed she may be faine
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a worse then I to entertaine.
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O yong men etc.
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And so farewell thou cruell faire,
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come gentle death and end my care,
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Kind yongmen learne by my behest,
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to love your enemies thats the best.
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And learne to pitty Lovers teares,
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for love is full of cares and feares.
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