Loves Paradice.
Shewing the admirable felicity that
true-Lovers enjoy in the chaste imbra-
ces of their dearest Loves, as this following
example doth declare.
To the tune of Fancies Phoenix by J.P.
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ALL in a pleasant shady grove
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as I was passing time away,
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I chancd to see the God of Love
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with Bow and Quiver, sport and play;
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At randome he did shoot his darts
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to wound poor lovers tender hearts.
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But passing forward in a trice,
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I came to True-Loves Paradice.
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With admiration I beheld
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the beauty of so sweet a place,
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All earthly pleasures it doth yeild
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to them which do true love embrace,
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For all delights no place so rare
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with this Elysium may compare.
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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The Arbours stand in rich array,
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and gloriously appear in sight.
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Bedeckd with Flowers and Garlands gay,
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with Roses, Damask, Red and White,
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The murmuring springs do make a noyse
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for to compleat true Lovers joyes;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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To see the Lovers arme in arme,
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how they together walke and prate,
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Free from all danger, dread and harme,
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each one enjoyes his loving Mate,
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O happy thrice, dear souls they be
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alwaies in such sweet company;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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Their chaste embraces are so sweet,
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and all their actions innocent
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When ever their sweet lips do meet
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a Message to the heart is sent,
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To stir affection chaste and pure,
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which shall perpetually endure,
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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Their joyes abounded more and more
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to hear the birds so sweetly sing,
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I never heard the like before,
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they made the Grove with Ecchoes ring,
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Thrice happy they, that have their choice
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of this, or that mellodious voyce;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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I Sate mee on a flowry hill,
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near to an Arbour fresh and green,
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Where fair Lucina mournd her fill,
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thinking she was nor heard, nor seen,
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Twas for the absence of her dear
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that she did thus lament and fear.
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Then lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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Shall I lament and mourn alone,
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whilst other Lovers do rejoyce,
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O whither is my True-Love gone
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that I cannot hear his sweet voyce,
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It would revive my Love-sick-heart,
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and force all sorrows to depart;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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Some strange disaster doth detain,
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my dearest love from mee this time,
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Im sure he constant will remain,
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his love is fixd and so is mine,
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O why do I thus pine away
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since long from mee he cannot stay?
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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It grievd my heart, her plaint to hear
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how she did sigh and make her moan,
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At length her Lover did appear,
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then all her grief was fled and gone,
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With great delight they did embrace
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when they beheld each others face;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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Dear heart quoth he, I have conceald
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my self a while to hear thy plaint,
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But since thy love thou hast reveald
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Ile nere adore another Saint,
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Take hand and heart, and all thats mine,
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for thou mayest freely call mee thine;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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When they had joynd two hearts in one,
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with true affection in each breast,
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They could no longer stay alone,
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but walked out amongst the rest
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With hand in hand twas rare to see,
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how mutually they all agree;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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In pleasures rare they passe the time,
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in choice delights and harmelesse sport,
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The Summer it was in the prime,
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when as these Lovers did resort,
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The warbling quire their sences cheard
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enough to ravish all that heard;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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How happy are those Lovers true,
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that do enjoy such perfect blisse,
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He that Loves Paradice will view,
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may taste of such delight as this,
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But he that doth unconstant prove,
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shall never know the sweets of Love;
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Then Lovers all take my advice,
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and hasten to Loves Paradice.
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