The Loving Shepherd:
Or, Phaons humble Petition to Beautiful Phillis, who
readily answered his Request.
To an Excellent New Tune much in Request. Licensed according to Order.
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WHen first on my Phillis I cast my eye,
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I wisht to enjoy her or else to dye,
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When first on my Phillis I cast my eye,
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I wisht to enjoy her or else to dye,
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But she was so cruel she would not give
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One token of love, that I might live,
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Phillis, said I, remove your disdain,
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And yield some relief to your restless Swain.
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O what Torments I indure both day and night,
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I neer can enjoy her nor take delight;
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O what Torments I indure both day and night,
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I neer can enjoy her, nor take delight;
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But then she cryd out, O ye Gods be kind,
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The pleasures of love has possest my mind;
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Thus all the night long our pastime was sweet,
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Till at length our joys calld us fast a sleep.
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WHen from those soft slumbers we did awake,
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She bid me my sorrowful sighs forsake;
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When from those soft slumbers we did awake,
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She bid me my sorrowful sighs fo[r]sake,
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Since she in a Vision of love beheld,
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Those innocent joys which her heart had filld,
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So that she could no ways my suit deny,
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Fair Phillis was wounded as well as I.
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So soon as I found her to love incline,
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No joy in the world was so great as mine,
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So soon as I found her to love incline,
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No joy in the world was so great as mine,
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Instead of the frowns which had wounded me,
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I taken was then with an Extasie,
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Said I loving Phillis whom I adore,
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Grant me but thy favour I ask no more.
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For thou art my Jewel and only joy,
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Which can all my trouble and g[r]ief destroy,
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For thou art my Jewel and only joy,
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Which can all my trouble and grief destroy,
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And since thou art willing to grant me love,
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I tell thee by all the Powers abo[v]e,
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Theres none in the World I adore but thee,
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Fair Phillis my Amorous love, said he.
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Kind Phaon such passionate pains I feel,
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That I can no longer my love conceal,
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Kind Phaon such passionate flames I feel,
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That I can no longer my love conceal,
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The Conquering power of Cupids dart,
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Will make me surrender my yielding heart,
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And thou shalt enjoy it my dear said she,
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For why I can give it to none but thee,
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But if [a]fter all you ungrateful prove
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To Phillis, your faithful and intire love,
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But if after all you ungrateful prove,
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To Phillis your faithful and intire love;
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In slighting the Favours which I bestow,
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My eyes will like Rivers and Fountains flow,
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For true love it is a tormenting pain,
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When ever requited with sad disdain.
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Fair Phillis by all the Powers Divine,
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For ever, for ever I will be th[i]ne,
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Fair Phillis by all the Powers Divine,
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For ever, for ever I will be thine;
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In Bowers of Pleasure our days well spend,
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Fair Phill[i]s my true and intire Friend,
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Young Cupids with garlands shall crown my dear
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Who does like the Goddess of Love appear.
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