The True Lovers Joy
OR, A Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love.
The Maid implores the aid of Charons Boat,
That to the gloomy shades her Soul might float,
With sighs and groans, much weary and opprest,
At last he heard her moan, and gave her rest,
From all past dangers, and from future harms,
She safe arrivd and anchord in his arms.
To a new Tune much in Request.
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Maid.
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HArk Charon come away,
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bring forth thy Boat and Oars,
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And carry me poor harmless Maid
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unto the Elizium Shoars.
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Charon.
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Who Charon calls in hast,
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whilst I sit here in pain
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I carry none but pure and chast
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such as true Love hath slain.
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I am come dear soul I come,
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thy Face dorh so incharm me,
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Come in my Boat and take thy room,
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no wind nor wave shall harm thee,
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Maid.
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Now I am come in thy Boat,
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I am a Maid undone,
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Sighing my heart is almost broke
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for my Love he is from me gone.
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Thus as I pass the shades,
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ile tell you a mournful tale,
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So full of Sighs as we do pass
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shall serve us for a gale.
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And so beguild the time,
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ile sing you a true Loves Song,
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Mine eyes shall flow a Sea of tears
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to carry the Boat along.
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OH whats become of those hard hearts
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of a Virgin takes no pitty,
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Theyr sailing to Virginia parts,
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where Neptune hat built a City.
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O Cupid hath wounded me,
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and hath piercd my tender heart,
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To call for one whom I lovd so dear,
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who cares but little fort.
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Thus in the shades below,
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wel waste the tedious hours,
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No gust of winds, but sights shall blow,
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the Boat with Charons Oars.
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His Answer.
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Stay gentle Charon stay
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and let thy Boat alone,
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Row not the harmless Maid away,
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thats sits and makes her moan.
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For she that calls so fast,
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and sights so at thy stay,
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A Virgin is as pure and chast,
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as ere true Love did stay.
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Shes no dear soul for thee,
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let not her face incharm thee,
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Though room within thy Boat there be
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her beauty there may harm thee.
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O fair one, if you go;
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ime more undone than you,
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My heart doth equal sorrow know,
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and still my Love is true.
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The shades you must not pass,
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nor mournful stories tell
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Instead of sighing gales, alas!
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a kiss will do as well.
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Youd better stay a shore,
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and sing us a true Loves Song,
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It is enough, we need no more
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to carry his Boat along.
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No heart so hard I know,
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but would gladly ease your pain,
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Else heart let him to Virginia go,
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and never return again.
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If Cupid hath wounded you,
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he had wounded me before,
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If you love as you say you do,
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I love you as much or more.
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In Beds of softest Down,
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weel spend the short livd nights,
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No gust of Wind or sight shall drown
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the current of our delights.
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Maid.
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Come gentle Charon come,
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and me to shoar remove,
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The wind dispairing sight did blow,
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shall waft me unto Love.
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How slow the Boats-man stears,
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if he no faster ply,
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My Love to rid me of my fears,
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shall lend me his wings to flye,
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To thee dear Love I float,
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finding thee just and true
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And bid to Charon and his Boat,
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eternally adieu.
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Make haste, make hast my Dear,
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for if thou longer stay,
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Thorough the floods without all fears,
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my Arms shall make their way.
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Welcome my Love to shoar
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Ile keep thee from all harms,
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And thou shalt ride for evermore
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at Anchor in my arms.
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