Flora's lamentable passion,
Crown'd with unspeakable Joy and Comfort,
Flora she did sore lament,
her Spirit did decay;
Strephon fill'd her with content,
and cast all Grief away.
To the Tune of, Tender hearts of London City.
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FLoras in her Grove she lyed,
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Sighing panting thus she cryed,
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Strephon thou art fled from me;
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O my Swain I may complain,
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for thou dost prove unkind I see.
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I was ever chaste and Loyal,
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O it is a grevious tryal,
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that we should separated be:
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Cupits Dart, hath pierc'd my heart,
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alas my joys are fled from me.
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Here I sit in grief afflicted,
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By my love I am rejected,
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sorrows hath compast me round;
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Insulting Death, come stop my breath,
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and let not grief in me abound.
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The pretty little Lambs lamented,
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Seeming to be discontented,
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Hearing of her make this moan;
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Quoth she my pain I can't contain,
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for all my joys are from me flown.
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He a thousand times hath kist me,
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And as many times has blest me,
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calling me his only joy;
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But now I find he proves unkind,
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which doth my comforts quite destroy.
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With sweet language thou didst woe me
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And with comforts did'st indue me,
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yet thou proved'st most false I see;
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Remember now thy former vow,
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which thou didst make in secresie,
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I was never fond and fickle,
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Down her Cheeks the tears did trickle,
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and her colour waxed pale,
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With complaint, her heart did faint,
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quoth she, I find my spirits fail.
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Strephons Answer to Flora's Complaint.
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In the midst of all her trouble,
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Strephon did her joys redouble,
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with a sweet oblieging way;
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He did her greet, quoth he my sweet,
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my Love is fixt from all decay.
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Floras I do dearly love thee,
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I esteem no one above thee,
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thou shalt have thy hearts delight;
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Then here's my hand, do thou command
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and I will serve thee day and night.
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Though I seemed to be parted,
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Yet I am more loyal hearted,
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my Love is linked unto thee;
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Take hand and heart, we'l never part,
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thou art my life and liberty.
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Floras I in heart adore thee,
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I prefer no one before thee,
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thou hast a sweet oblieging Eye;
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I'le ne'r be cruel to my Jewel,
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but be faithful till I dye.
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Do not think that I will slight thee,
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I endeavour to delight thee,
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nothing shall my love annoy;
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I will nourish, and will cherish,
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my sweet Floras, my true joy.
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