The Revolted Lover.
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A young Maiden is apt to be wonne,
Approved by what this Damsell hath done.
To a pleasant new tune.
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ONce I loved a Maiden faire,
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but she did deceive me,
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She with Venus might compaire,
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in my mind, beleeve me
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she was young,
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and among
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Creatures of temptation:
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who will say,
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but Maidens may,
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Kisse for recreation?
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Maidens faire, have a care,
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chastitie is fading:
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Want of grace in a place,
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made her use her trading,
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I did think her
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for to be
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Chaster then Diana,
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but the Boy
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hath blinded me,
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More then ever any,
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Three times I made it knowne
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to the Congregation,
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That the Church had her owne,
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as Priest had made relation.
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married we
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straight must be,
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Although we go a begging:
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but now by Jove
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tis like to prove
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a very hopefull wedding.
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She did sweare and protest,
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with fluent teares weeping
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Above all men she loved me best,
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and said I was her sweeting
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but alas,
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false it was,
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Chastitie was voiding:
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every one
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may freely chuse
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Her beauty that loves trading.
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Then let young men be advisd,
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trust not any wanton
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Beauty being too high-prizd,
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finde such ground to plant on,
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that no man,
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do what he can,
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Shall confine their duties,
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they will gad
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and be mad,
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To shew forth their beauties.
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Happy he who never knew
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what to Love belonged:
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Maidens wavering and untrue,
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many a man have wronged:
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so hath she,
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wronged me,
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By her false dissembling:
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for to heare
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her to sweare
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Oft my heart was trembling,
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The Second part. To the same Tune.
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But the chiefest cause is this,
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was by some perswasions.
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Who inticd her to do amisse,
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by their strong temptations
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she was apt
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to be trapt.
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being young and stupid:
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many strove
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for her love,
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pricked on by Cupid.
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I do scorne and detest,
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to have any Rivall:Let her take whom she likes best,
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sith for her they strive all:
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when I wed
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Ile be sped,
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with one whose minde is fixed,
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and my love
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nere to move:
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Ile not be commixed.
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In my love with any man,
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Ile have all, or nothing,
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If she love another man,
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to me her love is loathing:
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I will scorne
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ere to mourne
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for a wanton feather:
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if I finde
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her unkinde,
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then the Deel gang with her.
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You who take so much delight
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in getting handsome Lasses,
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Alas, they will delude your sight,
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I pitty much your cases:
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their bright eyes
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can surprize
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men that do behold them;
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young mens words
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them affords
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matter to new mould them.
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Farewell thou faithlesse Girle,
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Ile not sorrow for thee:
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Once I held thee deare as pearle,
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but now I do abhorre thee:
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hadst thou staid
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still a maid,
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and modestie retained,
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then my mind
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firme combind,
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had with thee remained.
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But now I am resolved,
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nere with thee to marry
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Til soule and body be dissolved,
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I wil rather tarry,
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if I finde
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to my minde
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one of vertues children,
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then I soone
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will have done.
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but Ile tarry till then.
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