The two Joyful Lovers,
OR,
A true pattern of Love.
The Maid at first was most unkinde,
Yet bore at last a faithful minde:
For Cupid with his Bow and Shield.
At last did force her for to yield.
The Tune is, Fancies Phoenix.
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AWake, awake from slumbring sleep,
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O heart why art thou fix'd so sure?
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Why doth thou thus for fancy weep,
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for those that cannot thee endure,
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Or why should I myself disgrace
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With doting on a Maidens face;
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O no, O no, I will break that strife,
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And live and dye a single life.
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If she had prov'd as true to mee,
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as I in heart did vow to be,
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No cause she would have had to rue
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my heart so stedfast is and true:
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And still I scorn to change my minde,
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What though she prove to me unkinde;
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onely she must be my Wife,
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Or else I'le live a single life.
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O Cupid now, come let mee know,
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Why I should thus abused be,
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The truth unto mee now come show,
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I am sure the fault is all in thee,
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And cause of this my mournful cry,
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Therefore come ease my misery;
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And rid me of this home-bred strife,
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Or I vow to live a single life.
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Go tell my Mistriss it is I,
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she must and cannot chuse but love,
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I pray thee let thy arrows fly;
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that she may true and constant prove,
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For I no cause at all can see
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I should go bound, and she go free,
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Perswade her for to end the strife,
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Or I vow to live a single life.
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No man can tell except he try
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the grief, and care, and misery:
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A man in love may soon obtain
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and be rewarded with disdain:
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So hard in heart some Maidens are,
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Young men I pray you have a care:
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For fear your heart be fill'd with strife,
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No, rather chuse a single life.
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But stay, mee-thinks, I hear a voice,
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and harmony within mine ear,
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I think it is my onely joys,
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the voice of her I love most dear,
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Forbear a while and you shall see,
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My love and I in unity.
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I hope that she will end the strife,
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And yeeld now for to be my Wife.
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The second part, Being the Maidens answer to herself, being alone as she sup-
posed, having a Cittern in her hand, she began to sing as followeth: To the
same Tune.
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COme, come away, my dearest Dear,
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make haste methinks thou stayes too long,
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I am in fault I greatly fear,
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blinde Cupid he hath done this wrong,
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But now I fear with grief and pain,
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A love-sick-heart with sorrow slain:
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Would God I were his Marryed wife,
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Or else for love I lose my life.
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I several sorts of Suitors have,
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that doth desire my company,
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And all of them my love doth crave,
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yet I to them make this reply,
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Forbear your suite trouble not me,
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A single life from care is free:
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But yet to end up all the strife,
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Would God I were my True-loves Wife.
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'Tis he I vow and onely he,
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that best deserves the fruits of Love,
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I vow to him constant to be,
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while life doth last, I true will prove,
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Would God that he were standing by,
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To hear my doleful harmony,
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He would have then his heatts desire,
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What civilly he could require.
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Therefore content thyself dear friend,
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my heart is fired now forever,
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And shall be while my life doth end,
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thy onely joy thou mayest recover,
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Therefore I once again reply,
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Would God my Dear were standing by,
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For I am resolved to end the strife,
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Would God I were his married Wife.
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I hearing of this kinde reply,
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with musick sweet from my dearest Dear,
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With courage bold I then drew near,
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forgetting all my former care;
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And with a salutation sweet
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We did each other kindly greet.
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Shee yeilded what I did require,
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And granted me my hearts desire,
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So to conclude, we married were,
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according unto Gods Decree,
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In love we live void of all care
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in joy, in peace. and unity:
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You Maidens all which hear this song,
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Pray have a care you do no wrong:
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But if your Loves be true and kinde,
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Be sure to bear a faithful minde.
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