AN
ANSWER
TO
The Unconstant Shepherd:
OR,
Fair Cynthias Grief and Care Crowned with Joy and Hap-
piness, by her Lover's Return.
To an excellent New Tune.
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I.
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MY Dear let nothing trouble thy Heart,
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for here I am returned again,
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In order to cure that killing Smart,
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of which thou so often didst complain.
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II.
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'Tis true I was banish'd from my Love,
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which was a Torment and Grief to me;
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Yet now I will ever Loyal prove,
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so long as I have my Liberty.
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III.
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As I am thy true entire Friend,
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thy faithfull and ever loving Swain;
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There's no evil Tongue shall thee offend,
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so long as I do alive remain.
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IV.
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In Kisses and sweet Embraces still,
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our Minutes we'll freely pass away,
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As void of the thoughts of any ill,
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as innocent Lambs that sport and play.
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V.
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Thy Wishes at length are come to pass,
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my Chamber and all I have is thine;
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I never did see a sweeter Lass,
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thy Beauty has won the Heart of mine.
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VI.
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By wandering shady Groves about,
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expressing true Sorrow, Grief, and Care,
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Thy wandering Heart hath found me out,
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now I am thy Captive, charming Fair.
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VII.
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'Tis true thou saidst thou sett'st Love as light
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as the Wind that blew from Tree to Tree,
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But thy former Wrongs I now will right,
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and we'll live in Love and Loyalty.
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VIII.
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Love dry up thy flowing Tears, he cry'd,
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and bid all thy Sorrows and Cares adieu;
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Tho' Fortune awhile did us divide,
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yet I'll Love none in the World but you.
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IX.
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The whisling Winds did soon convey
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thy scornfull Sighs, and Groans to me,
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And therefore I made no more delay,
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but readily came, my Love, to thee.
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X.
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And now in the Circuit of mine Arms,
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the former Delights thou still shalt find;
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For viewing thy Youthfull pleasing Charms,
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young Phaon he cannot prove unkind.
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XI.
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I pitied thy bitter Sighs and Cries,
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and sorrowfull Groans that fill'd my Ears;
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My Senses was struck with a strange surprize,
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and straightways my Eyes did flow Tears.
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XII.
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Such killing Torments I then did feel,
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which neither my Tongue nor Pen can tell;
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No longer I could my Love conceal,
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to hear thee taking thy last Farewell.
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And now my sweet Cynthia and charming Fair,
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if thou wilt but pardon what is past,
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Thy Phaon do's solemnly declare,
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he'll love thee as long as Life shall last.
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