The Doubting Virgin,
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The Constant Young-man.
Observe what here is put in Print,
All you that do love merriment;
Its for Young-men and Maids also
Stay and heart ore before you go.
Tune of, The Reprievd Captive. By Tobias Bowne.
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OH my dearest do not slight me,
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for my love to thee is true;
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There is none but thee can right me,
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never change me for a new,
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You intrude me, and delude me,
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I think you cannot it deny:
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Now you leave me and deceive me,
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but can show no reason why.
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I wonder young-men are so crossful,
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since Virgins are so full of love?
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That makes Maids to be so bashful,
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thinking how Young-men will prove,
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But if in proving, they were loving,
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as they formerly pretend;
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Then how neatly and compleatly,
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should we live till life doth end.
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The Mans Answer.
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Oh my Dear, why dost thou doubt me,
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that to thee Ill prove unkind;
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I think my self not well without thee,
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thou art always in my mind;
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If I do leave thee, or deceive thee,
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then I wish nothing may thrive,
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Nor let never, my endeavour,
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prosper whilst I am alive,
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THou art she whom I love dearly,
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what can any man say more;
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This is my mind I speak it freely,
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I never said so much before,
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Then sweet believe me; for it did grieve me
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to hear the moan my love did make,
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My dearest Love Ile constant prove,
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or believe no man for my sake.
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The Maids Answer.
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My dear, what can there be expected,
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whilst that we on earth do dwell?
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Let not true love be neglected,
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then will every thing do well:
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This my speches, though we have riches,
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my sweet heart I you call
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For all mony; my dear hony,
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true love is the best of all.
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Suppose that we had all the treasure,
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thats in England to be seen
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Or if that we had all the pleasure
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that belongeth to a Qeen;
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Observe my speeches, I mean the riches
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that upon some men do fall,
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For all their pleasure, and their treasure,
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true love is the best of all,
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The Man.
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Why do you use such expression,
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unto me who am your own,
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My heart you have in your possession,
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unto you it is well known:
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Pray never doubt it, nor pause about it
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my dearest love tis thou art she;
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Water shall burn, and Wind ner turn,
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if that I prove false to thee.
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This full glass I hope to drink it
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in remembrance of my dear,
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Happy is the hour I think it,
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that I met my true love here;
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Now in pleasure without measure,
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we will pass the time away,
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Come my sweet heart, wel kiss and part,
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for now we can no longer stay.
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So they parted for that instant,
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they both then were firm and true,
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If all young people were so constant;
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what need there be so much ado?
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There needs no weeping, nor lose sleeping,
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if they did in love agree;
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Nor no shaking, nor heart breaking,
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pray observe this thing from me.
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