A New Ditty:
Of a Lover, tost hither and th[i]ther,
That cannot speake his mind when they are together.
To the Tune of, Hide Park.
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ALas I am in love,
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and cannot speake it,
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My mind I dare not move,
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nor nere can break it,
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She doth so farre excell
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all and each other,
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My mind I cannot tell,
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when we are together.
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But Ile take heart to me,
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I will reveale it,
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Ile try her constancy,
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Ile not conceale it,
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But alas, but alas I doe consider,
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I cannot breake my mind,
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When etc.
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Her loving lookes and smiles,
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hath so bewitcht me,
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Her vertue me beguiles,
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she hath inricht me,
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Shees so faire, shees so rare,
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her due to give her,
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Makes me I cannot speake,
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when etc.
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Our oft frequented jests,
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are turnd to earnest,
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In th night I cannot rest,
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for loves severenesse,
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It hath turnd, it hath burnd,
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my heart for ever,
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Alas I cannot speake,
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when etc.
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Like to the foolish Flies,
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too long I have dallyed
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With her bright glistering eyes,
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my Fort shee[]th sallied,
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That I have scorcht my wings,
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and heart for ever,
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Alas etc.
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Her presence is my joy,
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her want my sadnesse,
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When I her face enjoy,
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I am turnd to gladnesse,
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And wish our company may last for ever
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but yet I etc.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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I Thinke she loves me well,
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but I nere broke it,
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I am sure I love her well,
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though I nere spoke it,
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And my love to her shall prove,
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constant forever,
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Although etc.
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Suppose she loves me not,
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or loves another,
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Too much yet care I not,
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still I will love her,
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And doe vow to be true,
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and faithfull for ever,
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Although etc.
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I will doe the best I can,
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Ile strive to please her,
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I will doe any thing,
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whereby to ease her.
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Over Sea I will flee,
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swimme like Leander,
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Before Ile loose her love,
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through the world Ile wander.
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And Ile doe much more too,
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if sheele command it,
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Ift be to lose my life,
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Ile not gaine stand it,
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But alas, but alas,
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I doe consider,
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I cannot speake my mind
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when etc.
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The more I strive to hide,
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the more it flameth,
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These paines I cannot bide,
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my wits it lameth.
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And if it hidden be,
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will burne for ever,
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Unlesse I speake my mind,
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when etc.
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I thinke twere good I tride,
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and went to prove her,
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And lay all feare aside,
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stoutly to move her,
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But when I am going to speake,
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my tongue doth quiver,
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And will not breake my mind,
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when we are together.
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