Loves fierce desire, and hopes of Recovery.
Or, A true and brief Description of two Resolved Lovers; whose Ex-
cellent wits, sutable minds, and faithful hearts one to another, shall
heedfully be spoken of in this following new made paper of Verses.
To a delightful new tune, Or, Fair Angel of England.
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NOw the Tyrant hath stolen
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my dearest away;
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And I am confined
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with Mopsa to stay:
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Yet let Celia remember
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how faithful i'le be,
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Neither distance nor absence
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shall terrifie me.
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In Volumns of sighs,
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I will send to my Dear,
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And make my own heart
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correspond to my fear:
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Till the Soul of my life
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may be pleased to see,
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How delightful her safest
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return is to me.
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It cheers my sad heart
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to remember her love,
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Though malice hath caused
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this sudden remove:
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And my mind is resolved
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what ever ensue,
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Whether Sunshine or thunder,
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to be constant and true.
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If my Bark fail but safely
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through this rugged Sea,
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Though with contrary Wind,
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much tossed it be:
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In the Haven of rest,
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and long lookt for content,
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I'le chaunt forth melodious
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Songs of merriment.
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Till then i'le retreat to
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the Forrest and mourn;
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Acteon shall eccho
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my Hound and my Horn.
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No Reynard shall escape me
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that runs on the way,
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But patience perforce
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I will make him to stay.
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My heart hath enquired
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of every Stone,
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What convoy the Heavens
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hath bequeath'd to my moan:
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But for ought I can find,
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holy Angels are agreed,
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To rival my hopes,
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and to slacken her speed.
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THerefore i'le sit down, and
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bewail my sad Fate,
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Like the Turtle i'le mourn
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for the loss of my mate:
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All the worlds greatest glories
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vexation to me,
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Till my Celia and I,
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in our loves may be free.
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Celia her sweet Reply to
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her faithful friend.
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THy speeches dear friend
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I have well understood,
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And how in exile
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thou hast wandred at the wood
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But I am resolved
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thy sorrows to free,
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To make thee amends,
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i'le soon come unto thee.
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'Tis neither the Tyger,
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the Wolf, nor the Bear,
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Nor shall Nylus Crocodile
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put me in fear:
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I'le swim through the Ocean
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upon my bare Breast,
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To find out my Darling,
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whom I do love best.
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And when I have found him,
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with double delight,
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I'le comfort him kindly
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by day and by night:
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And i'le be more faithful
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then the Turtle-Dove,
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Which never at all did
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prove false to her Love.
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The fierce Basilisks that
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kills with the eye,
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Shall not have the power
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once thee to come nigh:
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I'le clip thee and hug thee
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so close in my arms,
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And i'le venture my life
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for to save thee from harms.
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My Lap for thy head love,
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a Pillow shall be,
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And whilst thou dost sleep,
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i'le be careful of thee:
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I'le wake, and i'le watch, and
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i'le kiss thee for joy,
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And no Venomous Creature
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shall my Love annoy.
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The Satyrs shall Pipe,
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and the Syrens shall sing,
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The wood-nimphs with musick
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shall make the Groves ring:
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The Horn it shall sound,
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and the Hounds make a noise,
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To recreate my Love
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with ten thousand rare joys.
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So now I am comming
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to hasten the deed,
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Pray Heaven and Gods Angels
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to be my good speed:
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If fortune me favour, and
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Seas quiet prove,
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I soon will arrive at
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the Port which I love.
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Now Celia is gone to
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find out her Dear,
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His Heart that was sad
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to comfort and cheer:
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No doubt but each other
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they will lovingly greet,
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When as they together
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do lovingly meet.
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