Loves fierce desire, and hopes of Recovery,
Or, A true and brief Description of two resolved Lovers, whose excellent
wits, suitable minds, and faithfull hearts one to another, shall here fully
be spoken of in this following new made Paper of Verses.
To a delicate new Tune, or, Fair Angel of England.
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NOw the Tyrant hath stolen,
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my dearest away,
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And I am confined
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with Mopsa to stay.
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Yet let Celia remember
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how faithfull Ile be
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Neither distance nor absence
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shall terrifie me.
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Whole volumes of sighs
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Ile send to my Dear,
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And make my own heart
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correspond to my fear,
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Till the soul of my life
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may be pleased to see
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How delightfull her safest
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return is to me.
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I[t] cheers my sad heart
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to remember her love,
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Though ma[li]ce hath caused
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this sudden remove.
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And my mind is resolved,
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whatever ensue,
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Whether Sun-shine or Thunder,
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to be constant and true,
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If my Bark sayl but safely
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though this rugged Sea;
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Though with contrary winds
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much tossed it be:
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In the Haven of rest
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and long-lookd-for content,
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Weel chant forth melodious
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songs of merriment.
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Till then I[l]e retreat to
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the Fo[r]rest and mourn,
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Actaeon shall echo
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my ho[u]nd and my horn
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No Reynard shall escape me
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that runs on the way,
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But patience perforce
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I will make him to stay.
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My heart hath enquired
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of every stone,
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What convoy the heavens
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hath bequeathd to my moan,
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But for ought I can find
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holy Angels are agreed
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To rival my hopes,
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and to slacken my speed.
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The second Part, To the same tune.
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THerefore Ile sit down and
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bewail my sad state,
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Like the Turtle Ile mourn
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for the loss of my Mate.
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All the worlds greatest glories
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be vexation to me,
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Till my Celia and I
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in our loves may be free.
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Celia her sweet Reply to her
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faithfull Friend.
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THy presence dear Friend
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I have well understood.
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And how in exile
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thou hast wandred the Wood:
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But I am resolved
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thy sorrows to free,
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To make thee amends
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Ile soon come unto thee.
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Tis neither the Tyger,
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the Wolf, nor the Boar,
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Nor shall Nylus Crocodile
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put me in fear,
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Ile swim through the Ocean
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upon my bare brest,
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To finde out my Darling
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whom I do love best.
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And when I have found him,
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with double delight
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Ile comfort him kindly
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by day and by night.
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And Ile be more faithfull
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than the Turtle-dove,
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Which never at all did
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prove false to her Love.
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The fierce B[a]silisko that
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kills with the eye,
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Shall not have the power
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once thee to come nigh.
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Ile clip thee and hug thee
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so close in my arms,
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And Ile venture my life for
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to save thee from harms.
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My lap for thy head Love,
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a Pillow shall be.
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And whilst thou dost sleep
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Ile be carefull of thee.
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Ile wake, and Ile watch and
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Ile kiss thee for joy.
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And no venemous creature
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shall my Love annoy.
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The Satyrs shall pipe
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and the Syrens shall sing,
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The Wood-nimphs with musick
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shall make the Groves sing.
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The Horn it shall sound,
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and the Hounds make a noyse,
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To fill my Loves heart with
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ten thousand rare joys.
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So now I am coming
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to hasten the deed,
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Pray Heaven and good Angels
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to be my good speed.
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If fortune me favour, and
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Seas quiet prove,
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I soon will arrive at
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the Port whom I love.
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Now Celia is gone to
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finde out her Dear,
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Her heart that was sad
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to comfort and cheer.
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No doubt but each other
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they will lovingly greet,
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When as they together
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do so lovingly meet.
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