Fair LUCINA Conquerd
By Prevailing Cupid.
She that triumphed in disdain, at last was forc'd to yield,
And of herself she thus complain'd when Cupid wonn the Field:
Though at the first I was unkind, yet now I'le loving be,
And that my Coridon shall find if he'l return to me.
When Coridon did hear these words, he did most joyfully
Embrace his kind, and dearest Love; and they did both agree.
To the Tune of, Jenny Gin. or, the fair one let me in.
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LUcina sitting in her Bower
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was wounded with a dart,
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Ascending from the secret power
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which smote her to the heart:
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Immediately she thus did cry,
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who can my comforts spill?
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Who can compell me for to love
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contrary to my will?
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Quoth Cupid I will humble thee,
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and will subdue thy pride,
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I'le make thee now submit to me,
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it shall not be deny'd:
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I'le send such Arrows to thy heart,
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proceeding from my bow,
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Shall make thee feele love's fatal smart
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whether thou wilt or no.
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Quoth she, I did design to live
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a Maiden untill Death,
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But now thou hast so wounded me,
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alas! I pant for breath?
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Thou pretty Nymph be not unkind
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to cast love quite away,
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I will be loyal thou shalt find
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unto my dying day.
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Sweet Coridon's deluding tongue
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hath so insnar'd my mind,
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That in Loves-firy flames I burn,
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and can no comfort find:
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I slighted him who was my Love,
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and held him in disdain,
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But now my ruine it doth prove,
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in vain I may complain.
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What sweet expressions did he use
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my favour to obtain;
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But I his kindness did abuse,
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by foule and gross disdain,
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For now I languish here in grief,
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and can no comfort see,
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Kind Death afford me some relief,
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make haste and set me free.
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O proud ambition, why did I
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his kindness thus reject,
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Who loved me so tenderly,
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and show'd me such respect:
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A Princely presence, grac'd with Fame,
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which did adorn him so,
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Which renders me indeed to blame
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for often saying no.
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These words had searcely pierc'd the air,
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e're her sweet Coridon
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Did to his dearest Love repair,
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whose heart with Love was wonn:
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All sorrow seem'd to vanish quite,
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each Lover had their bliss;
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They both enjoy'd their Hearts delight,
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and seal'd it with a kiss.
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The pretty Birds with pleasant notes
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most sweetly they did sing,
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With melody from their sweet Throats,
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which made the Groves to ring:
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Thus they proclaim'd their mutuall joy
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when Lovers did agree;
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Nothing seemed to annoy
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that gracious Harmony.
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