The Young-Mans Complaint for
The Loss of his Mistris.
Young-men you see my Fortune is such,
I have lost my Love by loving her too much:
My fortune's bad as other Young mens be,
Read but these Lines, and you shall Plainly see:
I being bashful, she was something coy,
I have lost my Love, which should have been my joy.
To an Excellent New Tune, I have lost my dear Mistris.
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COme hearken Apollo my pittiful groan,
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Of all loyal Lovers that is left here alone;
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I'le fight for my true Love though Mars be my Foe,
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For I've lost my dear Mistris by being too Slow.
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Now Lovers are often tormented in mind,
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when as their own sweet-hearts proves to them unkind
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Though many that hears me the same would forgoe,
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I have lost my dear Mistris by being too Slow.
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I would I had ne'r seen her, that I had ne'r been,
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That I for her Love now sorrow have seen:
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But my heart it with sorrow my senses or'e-go,
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That i've lost my dear Mistris by being too Slow.
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When as we were Children we loved most dear,
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But now of that Love I am never the near:
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My heart is so sad and oppressed with woe,
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That i've lost my dear Mistris by being too Slow.
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When unto years elder our Youth did it spring,
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Then to Complementing I stright did begin:
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Yet bashfulness daunted and shamed me so,
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That I lost my dear Mistris by being too Slow.
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Quoth I my dear Honey though I cannot wooe,
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Yet slight me not for it for loving of you:
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Intirely I Love thee, the truth it is so,
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Then do not refuse me by being too Slow.
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At Fairs and at Markets you know it right well,
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[T]hat I in your Company still did excel:
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Neither car'd I for Money nor time it is so,
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Then let me not loose you by being too Slow.
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But she gave me Denial and bid me be gone,
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For all I lamented and to her made moan,
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[S]aying, I would not have you any more to do so,
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For you have lost me plainly by being too Slow.
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THough company together long time we have kept
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One another, my mind and my heart is set,
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Though one not so handsom as yourself must go
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Away with me, and leave you by being too slow.
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You are young and youthful, and maybe may have
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A mind on a woman, but do not deceive
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Yourself anymore by neglecting it so,
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For you have lost me plainly by being too slow.
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I would have been marri'd before now e're long,
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At fourteen in truth I could wish't had been done:
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If thou'd willing been then to Church with me go,
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You need not have lost me by being too slow.
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But you did neglect your time sore in that case,
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For a woman can tarry but while time doth last:
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For at fourteen she is ripe, there is few but doth know
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So you fool'd yourself then by being too slow.
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So adieu to you young-men, you hear how it is,
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And all the frail ways how my fortune I miss:
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But it shall be a warning unto me I trow,
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That i'le never lose more by being too slow.
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O Cupid thy Arrows are tip'd with pure Gold,
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And it strikes me quite thorow when thee I behold;
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But like to Amintas, I made my Moan so,
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When I lost my dear Mistris by being too slow.
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But like to Leander i'le mourn for my love,
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Through new lands & countries, & constant i'le prove
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I'le Drink and i'le Fuddle 'gainst who dares say no,
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Since I've lost my dear Mistris, by being too Slow.
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You Godesses assist my Fourtune being such,
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For I have lost my Sweet-heart by Loving too much:
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But it shall ne'r fret me although it be so,
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That I have lost my Sweet-heart by being too slow.
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Good Cupid assist me that now I may mend,
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And cause my heart strong to continue to th' end:
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And go along with me I will bear thy Bow,
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So Cupid but hit them that they'l with me go.
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So Young-men if that they stand, you must strike,
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Not one way in forty that more they will like:
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That they'l call you honey and with you will go,
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And love you most dearly for useing them so.
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