A Pattern of LOVE;
OR,
The Faithful Lovers well met.
Heres Love for Love you may behold,
And true love better is than Gold:
For if my Song you well do mind,
Patterns of true love here youl find
To the Tune of, The Cannons Rore.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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COme and help me to complain,
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Ere my heart doth break with pain,
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My love unkind doth me disdain,
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which doth increase my passion,
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His person it is so compleat,
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All Females do delight to seet
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And stand amazd when him they meet,
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the flower of all the Nation.
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He is so rare in every part,
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So full of vertue and desert,
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That he did quickly win my heart,
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and made such alteration:
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That all my comforts soon were gon
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And him alone I doted on,
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[Y]ea night and day I think upon
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the flower of all the Nation.
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Thus languishing in Bed all night,
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And thinking on my hearts delight,
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As if he had been in my sight
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such was Loves operation;
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I wrung my hands and tore my hair,
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And almost fell into dispair,
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Because my dearest was not there,
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the flower of all the Nation.
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I often stretched forth my arms,
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And with a kind of seeming Charms,
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I strove to keep him from all harms,
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by Cupids strong perswasion;
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Then in a moment I did cry,
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O come my Love, or else I dye,
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Wanting thy precious company,
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I love best in the Nation.
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For while she made this grievous moan,
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For her beloved dearest one,
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He was hard by, to her unknown,
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and near her kept his station;
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At last he blushing to her came,
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Which set the Damsel on a flame,
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Cause she against him did Exclaim,
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she lovd best in the Nation.
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Dont complain, my dearest dear,
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For I thy hearts delight, am here,
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And come to banish all thy fear,
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then do no more torment thee;
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For I will work both night and day,
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To keep my true love fine and gay,
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Then all the world will surely say,
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I strive for to content thee.
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Nothing shall be too dear for thee,
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If it for Gold may purchasd be,
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For since thou hast made choice of me,
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thou needst not to repent thee;
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Thy Beauty I most highly praise,
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I will be kind to thee always,
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And thou shalt see brave Golden days,
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let this my love, content thee.
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And wheresoever I do go,
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The world shall all thy Vertues know,
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And ile set forth thy praises so,
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that nothing shall torment thee;
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Ile write Encomiums on thy Name,
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And spread them on the Wings of fame,
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Then do no more thy true love blame,
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that strives for to content thee.
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Ile truly keep my Nuptial Vows,
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As Law and Reason both allows,
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And be so careful of my Spouse,
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that nothing shall torment thee;
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Ile feast mine eyes with thy dear sight;
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And in thy company delight,
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Yea, never leave thee day nor night,
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my Dear let this content thee.
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Unto the Church straightway wel go,
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And to the world will plainly show,
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The faithful love to thee I owe,
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then do not thou torment thee;
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According to thy just Desert,
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Ile change with thee my love-sick heart,
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Till cruel death our loves shall part,
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my Dear let this content thee.
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