Love and Loyalty Well met
The Faithful Young-man Loved well,
This Damsel Fair and bright,
Whose beauty did so much excell
She prov'd his hearts delight.
To the Tune of, State and Ambition.
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Young-Man.
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FAirest of Fair ones, if thou should'st prove cruel,
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my Love to requite with scorn and disdain,
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And to my flaming heart, add cumbustible fuel,
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it would much increase both my sorrow and pain;
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Thy beauty it is, that I do so desire,
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and on thee I think both by day and by night,
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There's none but thy self that I Love and admire
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for thou art my true love, my joy and Delight.
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Maids Answer.
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You young men of late are so false and deceitful,
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poor innocent maids know not who to believe,
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Much Love you pretend, but do oft prove ungrateful,
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and leave us poor Damsels to mourn and to grieve:
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Such pretty Court Fashions of late you have learned,
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you'l vow and protest your base mind to fulfill,
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To Credulous Damsels it is not discerned,
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and so wrong young Maidens that never thought ill.
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Young-man.
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I'me none of that number, I prethee dont doubt me,
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my heart in thy breast is imprisoned sure,
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And for my affection I prethee don't flout me,
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for my Love shall last, while my Life doth endure
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To this my poor suit do not give a denyal,
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nor seem in the least thy true Lover to slight,
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Thou plainly wilt find when it comes to the tryal,
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that thou art my true love, my joy and Delight.
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Maid.
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If thou wouldst be faithful and real unto me,
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Oh! then I would tell thee a piece of my mind,
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It would be no trouble at all for to wooe me,
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to one that is constant, I soon could be kind:
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But if I should venture to come to a tryal,
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and grant your desire your mind to fulfill,
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If in the conclusion thou shouldst be Disloyal,
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would wrong a poor maiden that never thought ill.
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Young-Man.
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No, no, by the power that governs poor creatures,
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I will be as Loyal as mortal can be,
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For I am enamoured with thy pretty features,
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and thou like an Angel appearest to me;
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In thy Rosie cheeks my delights I have fixed,
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and nothing is welcome but thee in my sight;
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When thy Love with my Love together are mixed,
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thou art my true love, my joy and Delight.
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Maids Answer.
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These pretty kind speeches, I fear will perswade me,
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to tender good nature to Love and admire,
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Blind Cupid already begins to invade me,
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and now I'me possest with Loves amorous fire.
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Come give me thy hand with a large protestation,
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that what I desire thou wilt freely fulfill,
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For thou art the man I love best in the Nation
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then wrong not a Maiden that never thought ill.
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Young-Man.
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These tydings my dearest exceedingly please me,
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my heart thou hast won, I'le forever be thine,
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Of my pains and torments my Love thou dost ease me
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as I am thy true Love, I hope thou art mine;
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Let us two together lye close in embraces,
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in Love we will sollace by day and by night,
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Thou art so adorned with beautiful graces,
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that thou art my true love my joy and Delight.
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Maid.
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Come come then my true Love, no longer we'l tarry,
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but finish the rites that poor Lovers enjoy,
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we'l go to the Church, and with speed we will marry,
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to show that at first 'twas my real design,
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Though it seemed strange, it was onely to try thee,
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and yet seemed loath thy mind to fulfill,
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I knew in my heart that I could not deny thee,
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for I am a Maiden that never thought ill.
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The AUTHOR.
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Fair Maidens take pattern by these faithful Lovers,
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who now are fast linked in Cupids strong Chains,
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For when Tell-tale eyes a true passion discovers,
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they soon put an end unto torturing pains;
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And young-men no more do you now prove deceitful,
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but constant and Loyal by day and by night,
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For 'tis no small trespass to be so ungrateful,
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to her who accounts you her Joy and delight.
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