CELIAS Answer
TO
The LOVER'S Complaint.
To the same Tune.
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WHat is this I hear still by all I do meet,
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A complaint against Celia is Sung in the street,
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Where she scornful is made, and cruel does prove
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To Strephon who is with Celia in Love.
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Nay likewise they say for Love he will dye,
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Unless that his Celia to Love does comply,
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He further complains that my hearts made of stone,
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And yet he'l have Celia, or else he'l have none.
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And since I must give him an Answer indeed,
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Ile speak from my Heart as I am a true Maid,
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He Courted me long, and I slighted him still,
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Tho twas not perhaps for any ill will.
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But caution did make me to use him like one,
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That came as a visit and so to be gone,
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Tho he often would sigh, then his Eyes they would dart
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Which many a time I felt at my heart.
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But men are deceitful which made me still shie,
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What their tongue often speaks, yet their hearts gives the lye
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And few there are found of Men to be true,
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Which made me always be scornful to you.
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For daily I see that young Maidens are wrong'd,
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By Batchellors with their fine flatter Tongue.
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They swear they do love till they've gain'd their desire,
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Which when once possest then soon they retire.
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Thus Men being false causes me to beware,
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Least I by such Men should be drawn in a snare,
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As thousands there be that by young men's undone,
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In believing what's said by a lying Tongue.
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But if that I thought that young Strephon was true,
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And would love in earnest I would do so too,
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I mean not for time, but forever and ay,
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I am not for love that holds but a day.
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Therefore if you come with intent for to wed,
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Nere fear but a loving kind Wife may be had,
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I love you tis true, I declare on my life,
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And happy should be if I once were your wife.
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Oh what i'st I say, I have here told my mind,
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Oh now I am ruin'd if Strephon's unkind,
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My love I cant hide, but must let the world know,
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Tis Strephon I love tho I tortur'd him so.
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If he now should leave me for what I have done,
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Then for love of him I distracted shall run,
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Oh why did I use him so cruel before,
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When at the same time I did him adore.
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Now come lovely Strephon my Heart is thy own,
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With grief I have heard all thy sorrow and moan,
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And if you will wed, then this I will say,
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Since Strephon consents then to morrow's the day.
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