Phancies Phoenix.
OR.
The Peerless Paragon of the Times.
Being a young Gallants description of a Lady which he hath settled his thoughts on, res[o]lving
never to change, not to love any other Beauty or Face in the World,
And is perswaded if there be
A Phoenix in the world, tis she.
To an amorous new Tune.
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COme all you Batchellors so brave
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that spend your time in Cupids Court
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And with your complements do crave,
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with many Ladies for to sport:
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I am contrary to your mind,
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I court but one and shes unkind,
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Shes vertuous chaste and if there be,
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a Phoenix in the world tis she.
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I little thought I ever could,
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by any beauty ere be won,
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Nor can I now if that I would,
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remove my mind on any one:
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No wealth, no beauty, nor no face,
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my fixed thoughts from her disgrace,
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Shes vertuous, chaste, and if there be,
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a Phoenix in the world tis she.
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I Must confess: I am in Love
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although I th[o]ught I n[e]v[e]r should,
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B[u]t su[r]e she was se[n]t [fr]om above
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and made of Natures chiefest mould:
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So pure so fair, and all Divine
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Ile quit the world to make her mine:
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Shes vertuous, chaste and if there be
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a Phoenix in the World tis she.
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Do you not see the Stars retreat
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when Sol salutes the sky so clear
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So must all beau[t]i[e]s ne[r]e so g[r]eat
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shrink and withdraw when she appear;
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So br[i]ght so clea[r], that all must say
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[t]is fair Roselia claims the day,
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Shes vertuous, chaste, and if there, etc.
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Her bashful Cheeks with blushing sweet,
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cast such a rich ve[r]mill[i]on dye,
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That Rose and Lilly t[h]ere doth meet
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each striving for the victory:
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So rare, so pu[r]e, youl scarce beli[e]ve
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dame Nature could such colors [g]ive
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Shes vertuous, chaste, and if there etc
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Her eyes like sparks of Diamond[s] cl[e]ar
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such glances cast in merry sort
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No wantonness in them appears
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yet Cupid sure [t]here keeps his court
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Twas from her Eyes he shot his dart
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that thus hath pierc[d] my l[o]ve-si[c]k heart
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Shes vertuous, chast, and if there, etc.
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But stay my Muse what need have I
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to praise her beauty to such sort,
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When as her fame abroad doth fly
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more then I can of her [r]epor[t]:
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We[r]e she to me as kind as fair
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then might I live and not despair
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But sure I think if that there be
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a Phaenix in the World tis she
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For she desires to be alone
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and never to participate,
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Her love she saith to any one
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but single livs without a mate,
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Such thoughts I think in few remain
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yet doth in her the mo[r]es my pain
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Then sure I think if that there be, etc.
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Cruel she is to none I hear
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no more she is not u[n]to me
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Nor proud she is not that is rare
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youl say in women for to be
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Shes courteous, lovely, chast, and fair,
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tis few that can with her compare
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For sure I think if that there be, etc.
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Then if she Phenix-like will live
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and dye alone I am content
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My heart to her ile freely give
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unto no other ile consent
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But in her flames my heart shall burn
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and Phenix like to ashes turn,
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For it is her and none but she
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by whom I must revived be.
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And if she will not yeild at last
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but still her resolution hold,
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I will not think my time ill spent
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nor yet my love shall nere wax cold
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To st[a]y for such a one as she,
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I think no time there lost will be,
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Id better with my fancy wed
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then lodge some women in my bed.
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I that you needs would know of me
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whereas this Phenix doth abide
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For that I must excused be
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yet near the Strand she doth reside
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No other notice will I give
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to any one whilst I do live,
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And if she doth a Phaenix dye
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look in her ashes there am I.
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You roving Batchellors that be
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resolved for to spend your time,
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In several Maidens company
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when as their beauty are in prime,
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Beware, beware, let vertue guide
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th[ee] to a Maid to make thy Bride:
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Let not her beauty tempt your eye,
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least vertue too in her you spye.
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I must depart time calls away
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I cannot now express my mind,
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This Song is long enough youl say
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unless that she did prove more kin[d]
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Shes vertuous, chaste, and therefor
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resolve to love her till I die.
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For sure I think if that there be,
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a Phoenix in the world tis she.
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