The DESPAIRING LOVER.
Whose Mind with Sorrow much was discontented,
Because of his true Love he was provented.
To the Tune of, Aim not too high.
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BReak heart and dye, I may no longer live,
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T enjoy this World nothing that I would give,
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I live forlorn, all joys are from me fled,
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I have lost my Love, alas, my heart is dead!
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Each thing on earth continueth with his Love,
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The pritty Hidgeon and the Turtle-dove;
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And divers others in this World I know,
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But my Love will not seem to love me so.
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I little thought what true I now [d]o find,
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I did not dream my Love would prove unkind;
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But tis no news, for many proves untrue,
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And so doth mine, for she bids me adieu.
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Seeing tis so, ill turn a Palmer poor,
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And I will range abroad the World half oer,
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To see if I can find some dismal cave.
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There will I dwell, there will I dig my grave.
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I will go travel to some new found Lan[d],
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To France to Spain and Turky out of hand;
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Where unto Strangers there I will complain,
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How that my Love hath me unkindly slain.
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If I do land upon some new found shore,
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Whereas no M[a]n did ever land before,
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Then should I think myself in happy case,
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For my delight is in a silent place.
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There will I write my fill of my true Love;
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Did I s[a]y true? what fancy did me move,
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To count her true that always was unkind,
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[And is as fickle as the wavering wind?]
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[Once she was fair and lovely in my sight,]
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[?]
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But now her smiles are turnd to frowns and fire,
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To kill my heart with woe is her desire.
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Bright Phebus beams are darkned in the skies,
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When as the storms of Boreas do arise;
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But she doth quickly shine after the rain,
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But my coy Mistress will not love again.
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I would I were now sinking in the Seas
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In some frait vessel, if the Fates did please:
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Where neither love nor comfort could be found,
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But every hour expecting to be drownd.
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My speeches all do but prolong my pain,
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For I did never sail the Ocean main;
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Nor will I suffer life in me to bide,
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So long to wait the time of wind and tide.
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Seeing tis so, to the wilderness ill hie,
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Amongst wild beasts, where I intend to dye;
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Where lyons, tygers, bears, and panthers mourn,
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With dragons, elephants and unicorn.
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Thus many wishes I have wisht in vain,
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And none of those can ease me of my pain:
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This piercing poniard now shall end the strife,
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And kill my heart that loaths this mortal life.
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This being spoken, forth his Love did rush,
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Beholding him with many a smile and blush,
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O hold, quoth she, and hear what I do say,
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Do not despair, nor work thy lives decay.
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[You Maidens fair,] I pray come lend an ear,
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[And you shall see how true he did] appear:
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[She gave him comfort in his trou]bled [mind:]
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[And ther after provd herself most kind.]
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