LOVES POWER.
Behold the powerful Charms of Love,
With Captives young and Old,
And nothing can their Flames remove,
That are in Cupids Fold:
Till softning Kisses heal the Wound
Causd by Loves Fiery Dart,
Then Pleasures Flow, and joys abound,
And more Inflames the Heart.
To the Tune of, Moggies jealousie.
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TWo Lovers by chance they did meet,
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possessed with a mutual flame,
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And now you shall hear how they greet,
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for I will declare the same:
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Quoth he, thou hast sparks in thine eyes,
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that do kindle in me such a fire,
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I comforts shall clearly despise,
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if you do not grant me my desire.
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O Sir, quoth this pritty young Maid,
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let me know what tis you would have,
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For you need not at all be afraid,
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I will grant what in reason you crave:
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For I ner in my life could deny,
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what a man did in Justice require,
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But you and I soon shall comply,
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and Ile warrant Ile quench thy loves fire.
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With that he began to draw nearer,
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and gave her an amorous Kiss,
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He said, he lovd dearer and dearer,
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and longed to tast of the bliss:
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Quoth he, tis the Babes in thine eyes,
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that set my poor heart all on fire,
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Then do not thy Lover despise,
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but grant me my wish and desire.
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If thou art so earnest to dally,
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come make use of time while you may,
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Thy skill I will not undervalue,
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then prithee Love lets to the play;
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Methinks thou art somewhat too tedious,
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tis time that we should have been nigher,
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To linger it seems to be grievous,
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Ile warrant ile quench thy loves fire.
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THe Young man supposing her greedy,
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fell eagerly unto the sport,
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He found she was wanting and needy,
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and needless it was for to Court:
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But as they were hugging together,
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she cryd O, come nigher and nigher,
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His heart was as light as a Feather,
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and he had both his wish and desire.
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The Damsel was mightily pleased,
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and kist him a thousand times ore,
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Quoth she, now my sorrows are eased,
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but I must have a little touch more;
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O lye down a while for to rest thee,
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that I may enjoy my desire,
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I hope that the fates they will bless thee,
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I quench, but thou kindlest my fire.
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No longer he stood there delaying,
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but stoutly he fell tot agen,
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Where he gave a push at their playing,
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the Damsel returned him ten:
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For she grew more eager and eager,
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her eyes they did sparkle like fire,
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Quoth he, I do owne Im the weaker,
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but still I enjoy my desire.
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Quoth she, now how should I be served,
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if thou shouldst have got me with Child,
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But tis no more then I deserved,
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for I was a little too wild:
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I thought long till I did begin it,
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and burnt with a fervent desire,
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What pleasure I felt in one minute,
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adds fuel to amorous Fire.
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The young-man began for tyre,
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and his Cudgels began to lay down,
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Which made the young Damsel admire,
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and straight she began for to frown:
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Quoth he, I have done what is fit,
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no reason can more require,
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But her brows then upon him she knit,
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and she still did want her desire.
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Then young men provide and be lusty,
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again you do come to be tryd,
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For Maidens look sowre and crusty,
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when their wants cannot well be supplyd:
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But twas an Old Proverb I heard,
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though Men burnt with amorous ire,
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That Damsels when once they come near,
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could quench their most vigorous Fire.
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