The Jealous Lover satisfyd.
All you that do to love pretend,
Come lend an ear unto my song,
And say no more than you intend,
For therein you yourselves do wrong.
Tune of, The gallant Youth of Gravesend.
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THere was in Bristol City fair
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a Maiden of a good degree,
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To whom a young-man did repair
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and courted her most gallantly:
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These were the words to her he said,
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Sweet if thou dost my sute deny
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I am undone, for ime afraid
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my heart will break, and I shall dye.
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Young-men are now so subtile grown
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and play their parts so cunningly,
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We Maids had better lye alone,
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than covet for your company.
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Yet if I thought you would be true,
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as now you do pretend to me,
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A single life id bid adieu,
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and be as kind as kind could be.
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What unto thee I do pretend,
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is nothing more than what I mean;
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Ile prove thy true and faithful friend,
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a kinder soul was never seen.
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These were the words, to her he said:
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Sweet if thou dost my sute deny
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I am undone, for ime afraid
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my heart will break and I shall dye.
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How many men have vowd and swore,
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their wanton minds for to fulfill,
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Then think upon their vows no more,
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which often provd to Maidens ill:
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Yet if I thought you would be true,
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as now you do pretend to me,
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A single life id bid adieu,
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and be as kind as kind could be.
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While life doth in my heart remain,
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most loyal I to thee will prove,
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For here I vow and swear again
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that nothing shall my mind remove.
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These were the words, to her he said:
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Sweet if thou dost my sute deny
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I am undone, for im afraid
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my heart will break and I shall dye.
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With that she took him by the hand
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and blushing seemed to comply,
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Quoth she thou now shalt understand
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that for thy sake ile live and dye:
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And now I think thou wilt be true,
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as thou pretendest unto me,
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A single life ile bid adieu,
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and be as kind as kind can be.
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When he did hear her charming voice
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part with such pretty words as these,
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Oh how in heart he did rejoice,
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then Babies in her eyes he sees:
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Then lovingly to her he said,
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since thou dost not my love deny,
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I will no longer be afraid
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that I for love of thee shall dye.
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No, no, we will so well agree,
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that thou no more shalt doubtful be,
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Ile banish all thy care and fear,
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and prove a faithful wife to thee:
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For now I think thou wilt be true,
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as thou pretendest unto me;
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A single life ile bid adieu,
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and be as kind as kind can be.
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The wedding-day they pitchd upon
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and bravely it did solemnize,
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Where all things decently were done,
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their hearts were both a sacrifice:
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And lovingly to her he said,
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since thou dost not my love deny,
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I will no longer be afraid,
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that I for love of thee shall dye.
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Young-men & Maids where ere you be
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take pattern by this loving pair,
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And prove what you do seem to be,
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seek not each other to insnare;
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But lovingly your hearts unite,
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so may you ever happy be;
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Those that in falseness take delight
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will tumble into misery.
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