The Happy Shepheard:
OR;
The Young Gallants Courtship to his Coy Lady:
To a pleasant New Tune, Sung in the last New OPERA.
Licensed according to Order.
|
HOw blest are Shepherds, how happy their Lasses,
|
while Drums and Trumpets are sounding Allarms;
|
Over our lowly sheds all the storm passes,
|
and when we dye, 'tis in each others Arms:
|
All the Day on our Herds and Flocks employing,
|
All the Night on our Flutes, and in enjoying.
|
(2)
|
Bright Nymphs of Brittain, with graces attended,
|
let not your Days without pleasure expire;
|
Honour's but empty, when your youth is ended,
|
all Men will praise you, but none will desire:
|
Let not Youth flie away without contenting,
|
Age will come time enough for your repenting.
|
(3)
|
In shady Bowers and tender Embraces,
|
fairest Aurelia her Swain does enjoy;
|
Although with Beauty the Valleys she graces,
|
yet she disdains to be froward and coy:
|
Thus they the heighth of all Joys are possessing,
|
Neither denying each other the blessing.
|
(4)
|
This is no more than a true Lovers duty,
|
to quench those passionate flames when they burn,
|
Both Kings and Princes are Conquer'd by Beauty,
|
no private Armour Love's Arrows can turn:
|
Since Charms has such irresistable power,
|
Ladies, O do not your true Loves devour.
|
(5)
|
Tho' Youth and Beauty like Blossoms are blooming,
|
and Goddess-like you appear on the Stage;
|
Like fading-Flowers those Charms are consuming,
|
which hastens on the cold Winter of Age:
|
In time admire Loves innocent pleasure,
|
Lest at the length you repent it at leisure.
|
(6)
|
Are not young Ladies for Men to admire,
|
and that they freely are to be enjoy'd?
|
Then be not cruel, but grant my desire,
|
let not thy languishing Love be destroy'd:
|
Like a true Lover I dearly adore thee,
|
And for one smile could here fall down before thee.
|
(7)
|
oth State and Triumph, sweet Saint, shall attend thee,
|
like a Court-Lady of Fame and Renown;
|
And while rich Presents, as Tokens, I send thee,
|
thy head young Cupid with Garlands shall Crown:
|
No kind of sorrow or grief shall annoy thee,
|
Both Crowns and Scepters I'd leave to enjoy thee.
|
|
|
|
|
|