The Doubting Virgins Satisfaction:
OR,
The Maids Answer.
She who was possest with fear,
is now easd of her Doubt;
And she her Sweet-heart loves so dear,
she cant live him without.
To the Tune of, The Reprievd Captive; Or, The doubting Virgin.
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DEarest know I do not slight thee,
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for my Love is firm and true,
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My desire is to delight thee,
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ile be constant unto you:
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Do not fear me, Love, but hear me,
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and believe my constancy,
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In me put trust, I will be just,
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I scorn to tell my Love a lye.
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Some young men may be deceitful,
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but do not blame all for a few,
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To be false to me is hateful,
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you shall not find me untrue:
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But I will strive whilst Im alive,
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to imitate the constant dove,
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Thou shalt find, me ever kind,
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to thee my joy and dearest Love.
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It would be to me a wonder,
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if that thee and I should part,
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And would surely break in sunder,
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the tender strings of my poor heart:
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But I desire, to admire,
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the radiant beams of thy fair eye;
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Which pierce my breast, & spoyl my rest,
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O grant me Love or else I dye.
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In my eyes thou art a jewel,
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far more precious then pure Gold,
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If thou dost to me prove cruel,
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my warm blood will soon be cold:
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Then shall I, assuredly,
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be laid into my silent grave,
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Tis you that can, preserve a man,
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then kill me not whom you can save.
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What is in my lines asserted,
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nothing is but perfect truth,
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Never shall be contraverted,
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pray believe a faithful youth:
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And if I lye, I wish to dye,
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then never doubt what I do speak,
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For if you do, youl find it true,
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that for your love my heart will break.
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I Would put it to the tryal,
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if I thought your Love were pure,
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And you would be true and Loyal,
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falseness I cannot indure,
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But yet indeed my heart doth bleed,
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to hear you make such sad complaint
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And now I find, I am inclind,
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to love you by a mean constraint.
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Then what Love you have professed,
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and declared unto me,
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Be but true twill make you blessed,
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all your life youl happy be,
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But yet my fear, begets a care,
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by me cannot well be exprest,
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Be true to me, and thou shalt see,
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Ile take a Lodging in thy breast.
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And we quickly will be marryd,
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to compleat true Lovers bliss,
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There shall nothing be miscaryd,
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come weel bind it with a kiss:
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Imbraces then, they changd agen,
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and more and more both proved kind,
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So they at last, were linked fast,
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you Lovers all my ditty mind.
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You that oft make great pretences,
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if you prove not just and true,
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You will find that great offences,
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will imputed be to you:
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But youl be blest and live at rest,
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and when you dye depart in peace,
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While some that prove, unjust in Love,
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shall meet with pains that never cease.
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Then let me in Love advise you,
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to be constant unto death,
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For you know death will surprize you,
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and will stop each mortals breath:
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Then live and be, from dangers free,
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entail a Blessing while you may,
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Be sure you prove, so sure in Love,
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tmay be your own another day.
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