The two fervent Lovers.
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A warlike kind of wooing as here at large is said,
Betweene a brave young man, and a faithfull hearted maid.
To the tune of the two loving Sisters, or lulling beyond thee.
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AS Phebus in the lustrious aire,
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the azure did adorne,
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Diana with her Virgins faire,
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upon that chearefull morne,
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Did dance and sing to see the Spring,
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the chirping birds likewise,
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Melodious sound made dales rebound,
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and ecchoes pierce the skies.
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This time a lad his darling had,
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my sweet said he, once prove me,
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And thou shalt finde in heart and minde,
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how dearely I doe love thee.
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I drew me neare unto the place,
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to heare the friendly greeting,
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A young man did his lasse imbrace,
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and blesse the time of meeting:
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Quoth he, my heart by Cupids dart,
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is now so sorely pierced,
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I dye, I dye unlesse a salve,
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I have to be redressed.
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Therefore my deare, while we are here,
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in modesty once prove me,
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And thou shalt finde in heart and mind,
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how dearely I doe love thee.
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As faithfull Hero will I stand,
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to his Penelope,
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Leander like thou shalt command
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my heart, so true Ile be:
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My stormy eyes like winter skies,
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thou here maist well perceive,
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My livings, goods, my life and all,
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for thy content will leave.
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Therefore my deare, etc.
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Like English George I will appeare,
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so valiant in behaviour,
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For Sabrine bright, his chiefe delight,
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who sought to win her favour:
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With sword and shield in dreadfull field,
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as ancient stories say,
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The firy dragon there he kild,
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and conquest brought away.
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Therefore my deare, etc.
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If bold Sir Guy for chevalry,
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in countries farre and neare,
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Did venture life to get a wife,
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his Phillis faire and cleare:
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When he came backe she was not slacke;
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to fold him with imbraces,
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Within her armes, with hymnes & charms
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bedewed each others faces.
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Therefore my deare, etc.
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South Hamptons Earle to win his girle,
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incountred with a foe,
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Mongst Pagans, Turkes and Infidels,
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with many a bloody blow:
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The Lions strong he layd along,
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and forcd the Serpent flye,
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Great Askipart with lofty heart,
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on ground he forcd to lye.
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Therefore my deare, etc.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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FIve yeeres be sure I did indure,
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all for the sake of thee,
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In direfull warres with bleeding scars,
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as plainely thou maist see,
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The Canon shot I dreaded not,
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when I in place did come,
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In stormes and wind with blasts unkind,
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I marchd with sound of Drumme.
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Therefore my deare while we are here,
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in modestie once prove me,
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And thou shalt finde in heart and minde,
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how dearely I doe love thee.
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In Spaine and France I did advance
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my warlike speare and shield,
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My trusty sword did me afford,
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great conquest in the field:
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While Trumpets sound madd stirs rebound,
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my courage did not haile,
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The Musketiers let bullets flie,
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like stormy drifts of haile.
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Therefore my deare while we are here,
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in modestie once prove me;
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And thou shalt finde in heart and minde,
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how dearely I doe love thee.
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Since from annoy my only joy,
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I passe have such trouble,
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Doe not disdaine nor me refraine,
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to make my sorrowes double:
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One curteous word if thou afford,
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my woes are all subdewed,
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If scornefully thou answerest me,
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my griefes are fresh renewed,
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Therefore my deare while we are here,
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in modestie once prove me,
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And thou shalt finde in heart and minde,
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how dearely I doe love thee.
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She hearing of his loving talke,
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how firme his minde was fixt
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Said she, my love hath spoke his part,
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and mine shall be the next:
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This kinde reply then presently,
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in modesty she said,
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While thou art absent from my sight,
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my heart was sore afraid.
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That grisly death had tane the breath,
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of thee which so did love me,
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My heart and hand thou shalt command
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the world shall not remove me.
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While Neptune rules the raging Seas,
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and keepes within her bounds,
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While Flora with her fragrant flowers,
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bedeckes the dewy grounds:
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While shepheards keepe their feeding sheep,
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along the pleasant fountaines,
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While roses spring, and small birds sing,
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in valies, dales, and mountaines.
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My love with thine shall freely joyne,
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the world shall not remove me,
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Thou sure shalt finde in heart and minde,
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how dearely I doe love thee.
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The golden Sunne shall darkened be,
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the Moone shall lose her light,
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The glistering starres no eye shall see,
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shine in the sable might:
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The Turtle shall forsake her smate,
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the married wife a maide
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Shall prove to be, ere I to thee,
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deny the words I said,
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Then try and trust I will be just,
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no creature shall remove me,
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The world shall quite disolved be,
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ere I refuse to love thee.
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Now will we goe, the man replied,
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unto the place with speed,
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To make of thee my lovely bride,
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my word shall be my deed:
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So on they went with good intent,
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together to be married,
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Hee liked of her, shee liked of him,
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nothing at all miscarried.
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So here I end, wishing each friend,
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may true and faithfull prove,
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Jove guide and blesse with good successe,
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those that doe truly love.
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