The Frantick LOVER:
Or, The Wandring Young-Man.
With Grief and Care he is opprest,
no Comfort can he find;
In Nights he is disturb'd of Rest,
Caus'd by his Love unkind.
To an Excellent New Play-House Tune.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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YOu are so fair and cruel too,
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I am amaz'd what I shall do
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to purchase my desire;
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Sometimes your eyes doth me invite.
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But when I enter you kill me quite,
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and the more encrease my fire.
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Long I have lov'd, and am abus'd,
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And when I offer, I am refus'd,
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can any suffer more?
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Be coy, be cruel, do your worst
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Though for your sake I am accurst,
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I must and will adore.
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Was you as kind, as sweet and fair,
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No creature could with thee compare,
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to love I am inclin'd;
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But yet I understand and see,
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That you're resolv'd to torture me,
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O are you not unkind?
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Can you forget the vow you made,
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When as in solemn sort you said,
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I was your only joy:
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Yet now you will no favour show,
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But prove my final overthrow,
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and would my life destroy.
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Sometimes in dreams I do behold
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Your tresses like fair threads of gold,
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likewise your beauty bright;
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But when I waken from my rest,
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And find that I am dispossest,
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it proves my ruine quite.
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When first I did thy beauty see,
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O then thou didst appear to be
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an Angel in my eye:
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Like lambs together we did play,
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But now thine heart is drawn away
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tell me the reason why?
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Was I not only just and true,
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Pray let me here be try'd by you,
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then what may be the cause
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That you unworthily forsake
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Your love and like a tyrant break,
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the bonds of Cupids Laws.
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What grief of heart do I endure?
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'Tis the alone can kill or cure,
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send me one gentle smile;
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Or else I through the world will range,
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For why my Love can never change,
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O do not me revile.
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For sure I am, my Love is true,
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Where e're I range i'll honnour you,
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in sounding forth thy praise;
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If I may not enjoy the Bliss,
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Bestow on me a parting kiss,
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I'll wander out my days.
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AM I so fair and cruel too,
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As has reported been by you?
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faulse, pray don't revile:
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In one you seem to flatter me,
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Then charge me with much cruelty,
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where is your love the while.
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You tell me that you loved long,
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And through me have received wrong
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pray is this false or true?
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When did the darts of my disdain,
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Give any reason to complain?
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I will be judg'd by you.
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When first to me you did make Suit,
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If then I held you in dispute,
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was this disloyalty?
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I must confess it would be brave,
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If young men could but ask and have,
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maids soon would slighted be.
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'Tis not the mode for maids to wooe,
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Yet when we find Men just and true,
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then, then we often yield:
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This is no more then modesty,
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But he that would have more of me,
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shall never win the field.
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But if thy Heart so Loyal be,
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As not to fancy none but me,
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in all the world beside:
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Then I will willingly comply,
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In loyal Love to live and dye
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whatever may betide.
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I'le make it all my study still,
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To be obedient to thy will,
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true blessings to restore:
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Here in my armes I'll the infold,
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And prize the more then all the Gold,
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on the rich Indian Shore.
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The moan you made my heart did move,
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Thou shalt not wander from thy Love,
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whom you so much adore:
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And therefore now no more repine,
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Take Hand and Heart, I will be thine,
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what canst thou wish for more?
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FINIS.
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