The Noble Gallant;
Or, An Answer to Long Days of Absence, etc.
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He all those jealous Doubts of hers removes,
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And now unto this fair one constant proves,
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He tells her he is hers, none shall possess
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Him, but herself, such love he doth express;
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He gives her all content that can be spoken,
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And chears her heart, which once was almost broken;
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What e're she asks she has, BEAUTY rules all,
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It can a Lovers heart make rise or fall.
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To a pleasant New Tune: called, the German Princesses farewel.
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THink not my Dear thou shalt be absent long,
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My heart to thine is ty'd most firm and strong,
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None of thy Rivals ever shall out-do thee.
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They are not fit to be compar'd unto thee.
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What need I care for wealth it is but dross,
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Want of a beauty is the greater loss;
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Though constancy with men is out of fashion,
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A Woman ought to love to shew true passion.
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Perhaps with others I may sport and play,
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But what thou long'st for i'le not give away;
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Thou shalt have all the pleasure I can give thee,
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Then fear me not, for I will never leave thee.
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Thou shalt not loose one smile, what I can grant
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My pretty wanton thou shalt never want,
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Thy flames I own, and dying will imbrace thee,
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The Willow Garland never shall disgrace thee.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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IF all the World should dare to Laugh, and say
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My mind on beauty often goes astray;
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Yet she that willingly affords me pleasure,
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Shall have at her command a Mint of treasure.
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I know for wit and beauty ne'r a Lass,
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In all the world my dearest can surpass;
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One Kiss, one smile, one Hug, I then am dying,
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Ask what thou wilt, there can be no denying.
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thou needst not force thy soul, for thou hast charms
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Are able to resist cold deaths alarm's:
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There can be no decay in thee I am sure,
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Natures rare works for ages must endure.
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Thy vows I hear, thou art my hearts delight,
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I find no joy but when I am in thy sight;
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And this thou shalt assure thy self, I love thee
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No woman in my heart shall rule above thee:
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I know that thou art brisk, merry, and young,
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thou canst strike dead with thy al-charming tongu[e]
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If that to dance or sing thou dost desire,
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All flesh is dumb, and silently admire.
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Ile rest content with thee, and never more,
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Strange faces, nor proud looks will I adore:
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Be true to me, and all things Ile do for thee,
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But if unkind and false, then Ile abhor thee,
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When I behold those pretty wanton eyes,
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The thoughts of any other I despise:
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Then be not jealous, for i'le always mind thee.
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I['] le catch thee in my arms where e're I find thee
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Talk not of Death thou art not born to Dye,
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He'l court thee when he doth that face espy:
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Come kiss me now my Dear, & don't repent thee
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For naked every night I will content thee.
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