Loves Boundless Power
OR,
The Charmed Lovers Happiness Compleated.
Being a most Excellent New Play-Song, most Pleasant and Delightful.
Doranus spies the Charming Nymph, whose Power
Wounds more then hers, who in a sudden Showre
Brought Thunder-bearing Jove from lofty Skies,
To pay Devotion to her Stary Eyes:
He's Conquer'd, and entreats, to which she yields
Phillis the Glory, both of Woods and Fields:
Does condesend to Love, and Crowns his Wish,
With Joys transending any Mortal Bliss.
To the Tune of, When Busie Fame, etc.
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HAil to the Mirtle Shade,
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all hail to 'th Nymphs of the field
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Kings will not here Invade,
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though Vertue all freedom yields:
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Beauty here opens her arms,
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to soften the Languishing mind,
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And Phillis unlocks her Charms,
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ah! Phillis so fair and unkind.
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Phillis the Soul of Love,
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the joy of the neighbouring Swains,
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Phillis that Crowns the Grove,
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and does guide the flowring Plains:
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Phillis who ne'r had skill
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to Paint, or to Patch, or be fine,
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Yet Phillis whose eyes can kill,
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that Nature hath made Divine.
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Phillis whose Charming tongue,
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makes labour and pain delight,
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Phillis that makes the day long,
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and shortens the livelong night.
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Phillis whose Lips like May,
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still laughs on those sweets they bring
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Whose love ne'r knew decay,
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but thence flows Eternal Spring.
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Her eyes like Stars appear,
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from her Angel-face they shine,
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As Phoebus in his Sphear
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they dazel this Soul of mine;
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Whilst Rosie Cheeks o're-spread,
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with fragrant and rich Perfume,
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There Cupid makes his Bed,
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where choice pleasures ever bloom:
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And pleasant Nectar Sips,
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oh! where joys forever grow,
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Eke from her Corral Lips,
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inclosing Pearls as white as Snow:
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So Ravishing and fair,
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no Mortal ever yet view'd,
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Transports beyond compare,
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which Caesar would have subdu'd.
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And force from him his Arms,
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whilst he his great Conquest yields,
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And bows to Phillis Charms,
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triumphs of his Conquer'd Fields:
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Laying his Greatness down,
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even at her Virgins feet,
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In Romes Imperial Crown,
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my bright Phillis Love to meet.
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Or Alexander whom
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the proud Eastern world obey'd,
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Might here have sought a Room,
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and in his Conquests laid:
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What joys seiz'd when by 'th Spring,
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oh! I first beheld her face,
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Such as bright Angels bring
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to the Dying Saints apace.
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I lowly bow'd to earth,
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and kiss the humble ground,
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Telling her of my Birth,
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I and of my fatal Wound:
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She smil'd upon me then,
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and sighing, alas poor Swain,
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So smil'd and sigh'd again,
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and straight bid me not complain.
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Then in her Ivory Arms,
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she rais'd me softly, crying,
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Alas! what can my Charms
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so powerful prove in trying:
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My Doranus to destroy,
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then I leaning on her breast,
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And whilst she call'd me joy,
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I with trembling Lips them prest.
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At which she laid her down
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amongst the Lillies fair,
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And there my Love did Crown,
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with joys far beyond compare;
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Such Heavenly transports none
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upon earth could ever yield,
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Except Phillis alone,
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who Charms the Woods and Field.
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