Faithful DAMON,
OR,
Fair CEILA Obtained.
Though Virgins they, may say you nay,
yet make a New Reply;
And you will find, they will be kind
they cannot you deny;
To the Tune of, The Doubting Virgin.
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LAtely in a Shady Bower,
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Celia with her Love conversd,
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Fairer then the Lilly Flower,
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with all vertues she was blest:
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Damon loving, often moving
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her to yield unto his will,
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Celia cryed, and replyed,
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I will live a Maiden still.
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Then said Damon, my sweet jewel,
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do not frown nor yet revile,
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Cease to be to me so cruel,
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send me now a gentle smile:
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Such a blessing, it possessing,
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of thy Love and kind good will,
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Do not vex me, nor perplex me,
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I will live a Maiden still.
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Celia heres my hand, I love thee,
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do not seem to be so coy,
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I esteem no one above thee,
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thou shalt be my only joy:Be not froward, nor untoward,
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do not seek my heart to kill,
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O forbear me, Damon spare me,
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I will live a Maiden still.
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O my Celias frowns are killing,
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nothing but a smile can cure,
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Now my heart with grief is filling,
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how shall I these pains endure?
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Then come near me, Love & hear me,
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grant me now thy kind good will,
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She replyed, its denyed,
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for ile live a Maiden still.
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While a Maid remains unmarryd,
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then we do enjoy our peace,
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For this cause I do defer it,
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least our troubles should increase:For my treasure, is my pleasure,
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nothing can my comforts spill,
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But when double, then comes trouble
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thus I live a Maiden still.
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Celia I do highly prize thee,
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for my heart is in thy breast,
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Should my Celia now despise me,
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I should never be at rest:
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My dear Creature, none more sweeter
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do not you my suit deny,
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Ile respect thee, and protect thee,
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till the very day I dye.
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O my love is most intire;
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nothing shall thee now annoy,
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Grant me what I do desire,
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I will Crown thy days with joy:Ner was creature more compleater,
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in a Loyal Lovers eye,
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Celia pitty, hear my ditty,
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grant me love or else I dye.
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Was I sure thou wouldst be Loyal,
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then ide grant thee thy request,
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I would make no more denial,
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thou shouldst set thy heart at rest:Then he kist her, and he blest her,
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and imbracd her in his arms,
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No disputing, but saluting,
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thus began their pleasant charm[s].
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while their joys they were compleated:
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nothing could their Love annoy,
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Sweet imbraces kindly greeting,
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sounding forth their mutual joy:Thus inviting, and delighting,
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nothing could their comforts spill,
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They commending, and extending,
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both their love, and kind good will.
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