THE
Arcadian Lovers
OR,
Colin and Amarillis.
Being a Composure, Richly Illustrated with
the indeared expressions of a Shepherd and Shepherdess,
for the pleasure and delight of all amorous Fancies.
To be sung in a Tune of great rarity.
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UPon the smooth Arcadian plain
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Where the Lambs do frisk amain,
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Faire Amarillis and her Swain,
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With hand in hand, were walking;
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The Sweets to prove, of harmless Love,
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They Amorously were talking.
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She was cloathed all in green,
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And surpast the Fairy Queen,
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Which made poore Colin for to seem
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Amazed with her Beauty;
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To prize his Dear, beyond compare
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He tookt to be his duty,
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She for joy did neatly trip,
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Whilest their flocks about them skip,
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When Colin sat, a while to prate,
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She courteously sat by him;
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And for to finde, if he were kinde,
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Thus prettily she did try him.
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Amarillis told her Swain,
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To compleat their joyes again,
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That he should love her and be plain,
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And think not to deceive her;
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Then he protested by his troath,
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That he would never leave her.
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O Colin if thou constant prove,
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And that thou wilt not slight my love,
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Theres nere a Swain upon this plain,
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That ever shall come near thee;
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For Garlands and Embroidered Scrips,
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Oh Colin, I love thee dearly.
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But Colin if thou change thy Love,
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And seek my fury once to move,
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A Tygress unto thee ile prove,
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When ere thou dost come near me;
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O Amarillis fear not that,
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For I doe love thee dearly.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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OH Colin if thou provest kind,
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And never more will change thy mind
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Ile deck thee bowers, with fragrant flowers,
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Whose pleasure shall invite thee;
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With boughes to shroud thee from the showrs
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Whilst Colin I will delight thee.
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O Amarillis I rejoyce,
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For to hear thy pleasing voice,
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Then never think my onely Dear,
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That I will ere deceive thee;
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But cast aside such doubts and fear,
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I vow I will never leave thee.
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O Colin, how it joyes my heart,
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That our Loves shall never part,
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Amintas and his Chloris faire,
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Did nere injoy such pleasure;
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Nor Coridon and Philis rare,
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I prize thee above all treasure.
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O Amarillis change a kisse,
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In token of a further blisse,
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Whilst every Swain, upon this plain,
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Doth envy our imbraces;
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Ile sound thy praises in high strain,
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To keep thee from all disgraces.
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My Colin if a kisse be all,
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Ile not refuse what ere befall,
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I am inclind, our Loves to bind,
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On such a harmless fashion;
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Since nere a Swain, could yet ere stain,
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My innocent reputation.
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O my dearest Love quoth he
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Now our hearts do both agree,
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No Shepherd on Arcadias Ground,
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Shall ever prove so loyal;
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Now Amarillis thou hast found,
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My love will abide the tryal.
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Then Colin streight began to Sing,
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And made the hills with ecchos ring,
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In Amarillis lofty praise,
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He pleasant rimes composes;
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Whilst she makes garlands of green bays
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For Colin bedeckt with Roses.
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Thus they past their time in sport,
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And still thought it was but short,
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Till young and old, their flocks did fold,
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To keep them safe from straying;
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And so the night did part them quite,
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Which merrily had been playing.
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