Truths Integrity,
OR,
A Curious Northern Ditty Called,
Love will find out the Way. To a pleasant new tune.
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OVer the Mountains
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and under the waves,
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Over the Fountains,
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and under the Graves.
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Under floods which are the deepest,
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which do Neptune obey,
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Over Rocks which are the steepest,
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Love will find out the way.
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Where there is no place
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for the Glow-worm to lye,
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Where there is no place
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for the receipt of a fly,
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where the gnat she dares not venter
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lest her self fast she lay,
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But if Love come he will enter,
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and will, etc.
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You may esteem him,
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a child of his force,
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Or you may deem him,
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a coward which is worse.
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But if he whom Love doth honour,
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be conceald from the day,
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Set a thousand guards upon him,
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Love will, etc.
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Some think to loose him,
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which is too unkind,
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And some do suppose him,
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poor heart to be blind,
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But if he were hidden,
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do the best you may,
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Blind Love if so you call him,
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will find, etc.
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Well may the Eagle
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stoop down to the fist,
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Or you may inveagle
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the Phenix of the East.
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With fear the Tygers
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to give over their prey,
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But never stop a Lover,
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he will, etc.
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From Dover to Barwick,
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and Nations throughout,
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Brave Guy Earl of Warwick,
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that Champion so stout,
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With his warlike behaviour,
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through the world he did stray,
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To win his Phillis favour,
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Love will, etc,
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In order next enters
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Bevis so brave,
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After Adventures
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and pollicy grave.
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To see whom he desired,
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his Josian so gay,
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For whom his heart was fired,
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Love will find out the way.
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The second Part, To the same tune,
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THE Gordion knot,
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which True Lovers knit,
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Undo you cannot
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nor yet break it.
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Make use of your Inventions,
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their fancyes to betray,
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To frustrate your Intentions,
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Love will find out the way;
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From Court to the Cottage,
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in Bower and Hall,
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From the King to the Begger.
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Love conquers all.
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Though nere so stout and Lordly
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strive do what you may,
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Yet sure, never so hardy;
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Love will, etc.
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Love hath power over Princes,
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and greatest Emperour,
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In any Provinces,
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such is Loves power.
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There is no resisting
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but him obey,
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In spight of all contesting,
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Love will, etc,
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If that he were hidden,
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as all men that are,
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Were strictly forbidden,
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that place to declare.
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Winds that have no abidings,
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pittying their delay,
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Will come and bring him Tydings,
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and direct etc.
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If the Earth could part him,
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he would gallop it ore,
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If the Seas should overthwart him,
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he will swim to the shore.
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Should his Love become a swalow
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through the Ayre to stray,
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Love will lend wings to follow,
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and will find out the way.
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There is no striving,
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to crosse his intent,
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There is no contriving,
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his plots to prevent.
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But if once the Messenger greet him
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that his True love doth stay,
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If death should come and meet him,
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Love will find out the way.
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