Cupids Golden Dart.
OR,
A dainty sonnet here is to be sold,
The like whereof was never sung nor told;
Of a brave Girle that had a bag of Gold,
Which she delivered into her Sweet-hearts hold,
And now they [l]ive together lovingly,
In joy, in peace, and true tranquility:
At first they seemd to be at mortal strife;
But in conclusion, were made Man and Wife.
The tune is, Down in an Arbor devoted to Venus.
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WHen bright Aurora in [A]zur was blushing
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a Nymph of Venus attending the Train
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Then Noble Mars with his pike fell to pushing,
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all was to stop [a]nd to turn her again,
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That time bold [C]upid with his Dart,
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Peirc[]d a young man unto the heart,
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Which made him sigh, lament and cry,
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My love is gone, and I know not why.
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My love is beautyfull, gall[a]nt and stately,
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able to give a Man any content:
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She that hath sported with me very lately,
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so parted from me which makes me repent
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That ever such a spoted name,
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Should come unto so fair a Dame:
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This makes me sigh, lament and cry,
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My love is gone and I know not why.
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I that have clipt her, and oftentimes kist her,
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and kindly dan[d]led her on my knee,
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Though fickle fortune frown, now I have mist her
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for I perceive she is angry with me.
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Else would she not in rash dispight
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Have robd me of my hearts delight:
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She never bid me once good boy
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But went her way I know not why.
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I never gave my love any occasion,
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whereby to hold me so much in disdain,
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Nor can she shew me any good reason
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why she my company thus should refrain;
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Twas onely hardness of heart,
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Which caused her so to depart.
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Her unkind dealings makes me cry,
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My love is gone I know not why.
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Had I been resolute, cross graind or froward
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as many Batchelors are in their ways
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Had I been a Prodigall, proud or untoward
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as many Impudents are now adays,
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Or had I chosen another Mate,
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Then had she had just cause to hate:
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No ill qualities never had I,
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Yet she is gone I know not why.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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SInce theirs no remedy farewel, adieu Love
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in vain it is any longer to stay.
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Thou hast been false but ile seek out a true love
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with all the post hast, and speed that I may,
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Because thou wast unkind to me,
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I never again will look on thee:
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Vow thou mad[]st, thou didst deny,
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And wentst away I know not why.
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The Maids loving Reply
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PRethee Love Turtle Dove, once again mind me
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do not so bid me adieu;
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Loyall and constant thou ever shall find me,
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Im resolved to love no man but you;
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Cheer up thy spirits and be not sad
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I have that for thee will make thee glad:
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Do not refuse my courtesie,
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Ile love thee dearly until I die.
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Of other youngmen I think thee most worthy,
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though I was absent from thee for a space
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Yet hold up thy head theres good mony bid for thee
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if thou art willing my lo[v]e so imbrace,
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Here is for thee a bag of Gold,
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Take it and keep it fast in thy hold
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So thou wilt wed me speedily.
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Then shall I love thee until I die.
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If I were worth s whole ship load of money
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I would bestow that great substance on thee
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And make thee master of it every penny,
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if thou wilt c[a]st thy affection on me,
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And more then that Ile undertake,
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All other Creatures to forsake,
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If thou the true loves knot will tye,
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Ile love thee deary untill I dye.
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Ile forsake Father and Ile forsake Mother,
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if thoult be pleased to m[a]ke me thy Bride
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Ile forsake sister and Ile forsake Brother,
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and all the kindred that I have beside:
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The Proverb bold allows it so,
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T[h]at love will creep wheret cann[o]t go,
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Let me injoy thy company,
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For I must love thee until I dye.
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When she those loving words to him had spoken,
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he stept to her, and gave to her a kiss,
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Saying, receive this same as a Loves token,
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and Ile reward you much better then this,
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He took the gold, and Married the Maid,
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The matter was not long delaid,
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And now they live most lovingly
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Together in felicity,
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