The Discontented Lover,
To a pleasant new Court Tune.
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TOul, toul, gentle bell for a soul,
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Killing care doth controule;
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And my mind is sore opprest,
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But I fear I shall dye,
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For glancing of that eye,
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Which so lately did flye,
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Like a Comet from the Sky:
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Or like some great Deity:But my wishes are in vain,
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I shall never seet again.
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When I, in the Temple did spy,
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This divine purity,
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On her knees to her Saint,
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She seemd so divine,
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All the graces did shine,
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Far more fairer then the shrine:
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Faith I wish she had been mine,
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And my heart full resign,
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May powerfully prove,
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No Religion like Love.
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Fair, fair, and as chaste as the Air,
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Holy Nunns breath in prayer:Was this Votress divine,
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From each eye dropt a tear,
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Like the pearled Violets were,
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When the Spring doth appear,
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To usher in the year,
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But I dare safely swear,
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That those tears trickle down,
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For no sins of her own.
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But now increaseth my woe,
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I by no means can know,
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Where this beauty doth dwell:All her rites being done,
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To her Lady and her Son,
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I was left all alone,
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And my Saint was from me gone,
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And to Heaven she is flown:Which makes me to say,
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I can scarce live a day.
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NOw I, must make hast and dye,
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And ascend to the sky,
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Where my hopes are inthrond:You Ladies all adieu,
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Be your loves false or true,
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I am going for to view,
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One that far excells all you,
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One whom I never knew,
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But must breath out my breath,
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For acquaintance in death.
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Ring, ring, merry bells while we sing,
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Drinking Healths to our Ring,
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And our minds all advancd;
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Let us never fear to dye,
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Till we drink out each eye,
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Let cash and cans flye,
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Like Hail-stones in the sky,
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Bacchus great Deity:
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But my wishes are in vain,
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Fill the Cans round again.
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When I, in the Tavern did spy,
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Such fair boon Company,
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On our knees drinking healths,
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We look so divine,
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When our noses do shine,
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Well burnisht with rich wine,
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Faith I wish the cup were mine:
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[U]nto thee I resign,
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[A]nd may powerfully prove,
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In drinking thy love.
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Free, free, as the air let us be,
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Esteeming no degree,
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But to all breath alike:From one eye drop a tear,
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Lest you Maudlin appear,
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And next morning to fear,
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To be Physickt with small Beer,
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But I dare safely swear:
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If a tear trickle down,
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Tis for love to the Crown.
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And now, increaseth my woe,
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I by all means must know,
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What is due for our Sack;
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But the reckoning being paid,
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To the Hostess or Maid,
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We need not to be afraid,
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To be scurvily betraid
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To the Constables aid:Let us Honestly pay,
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Else we scarce get away.
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Now must I make haste and see,
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What will us all free,
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All our hands from the Bar,
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You Ladies all ad[ie]u,
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Be your reckonin[g] [fa]lse or true,
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I am going for to [vie]w,
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What belongeth to all you,
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Though we pay more then our due,
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Yet my Purse will I spend,
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And my life for my friend.
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