Truths Integrity:
OR,
A curious Northerne Ditty, called, Love will finde out the way.
To a pleasant new Tune.
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OVer the Mountaines
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and under the Waves,
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Over the Fountaines
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and under the Graves:
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Over Rockes which are the steepest,
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which doe Neptune obey,
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Over floods which are the deepest,
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Love will find out the way.
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Where there is no place
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for the Glow-worme to lye,
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Where there is no space
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for the receit of a flye,
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Where the Gnat she dares not venter,
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lest her selfe fast she lay,
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But if Love come hee will enter,
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and will find out the way.
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You may esteeme him
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a child by his force,
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Or you may deeme him,
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a Coward which is worse:
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But if hee whom Love doth honour,
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be conceald from the day,
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Set a thousand guards upon him,
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Love will find out the way.
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Some thinke to lose him
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which is too unkind,
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And some doe suppose him
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poore heart to be blinde:
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If that he were hidden,
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doe the best that you may,
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Blind Love, if so you call him,
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will find out the way.
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Well may the Eagle
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stoope downe to the fist,
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Or you may inveagle
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the Phenix of the East,
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With feare the Tigerss moved,
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to give over his prey,
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But never stop a Lover,
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he will poast on his way.
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From Dover to Barwicke,
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and Nations thoroughout,
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Brave Guy of Warwicke,
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that Champion so stout,
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With his War-like behaviour,
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Through the world he did stray
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To win his Phillis favour,
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Love will finde out the way.
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In order next enters,
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Bevis so brave,
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After adventures,
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and policie grave,
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To see whom he desired,
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his Josian so gay,
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For whom his heart was fired,
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Love found out the way.
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The second part. To the same Tune.
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THe Gordian knot,
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which true lovers knit,
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Undoe you cannot,
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nor yet breake it:
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Make use of your inventions,
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their fancies to betray.
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To frustrate your intentions,
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Love will finde out the way.
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From Court to the Cottage,
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in Bower and in Hall,
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From the King unto the Beggar,
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Love conquers all:
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Though nere so stout and Lordly,
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strive doe what you may,
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Yet be you nere so hardy,
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Love will finde out the way.
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Love hath power over Princes,
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and greatest Emperour,
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In any Provinces,
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such is Loves power,
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There is no resisting,
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but him to obey,
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In spight of all contesting,
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Love will finde out the way.
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If that hee were hidden
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and all men that are,
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Were strictly forbidden,
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that place to declare:
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Winds that have no abidings,
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pittying their delay,
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Will come and bring him tidings,
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and direct him the way.
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If the earth should part him,
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he would gallop it ore,
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If the Seas should orethwart him,
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he would swim to the shore:
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Should his love become a Swallow,
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through the ayre to stray,
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Love would lend wings to follow,
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and will finde out the way.
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There is no striving
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to crosse his intent,
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There is no contriving,
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his plots to prevent:
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But if once the message greet him,
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that his true Love doth stay,
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If death should come and meet him,
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Love will finde out the way.
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