CUPID's REVENGE
An Account of a King who slighted all Women, at
length was constrain'd to marry a Beggar, who
proved a very fair and virtuous Queen.
To the Tune of, I often for my Jenny strove.
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A King once reign'd beyond the Seas
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As we in antient Stories find
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Who no fair Face could ever please
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He car[e]d not for Women-kind.
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He despised the sweetest Beauty
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And the greatest Fortune too,
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At length he marry'd to a Beggar,
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See what Cupid's Dart can do.
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The blinded Boy that shoots so trim,
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Did to his Closet Window steal,
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And drew a Dart and shot at him,
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And made him soon his Power feel
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He that never car'd for Women,
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But did Females ever hate,
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At length was smitten, wounded, swooned,
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For a Beggar at his Gate.
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For mark what happen'd on a Day
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As he look'd from his Window high,
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He espy'd a Beggar all in gray
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With two more in her Company
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She his Fancy soon enflamed
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And his Heart was grieved sore,
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What must I have her, court her, crave
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I that never lov'd before.
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This noble Prince of high Renown
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Did to his Chamber strait repair,
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And on his Couch he laid him down
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Opprest with love-sick Grief and Care;
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Ne'er was Monarch so surprised,
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Here I lie her captive Slave,
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While I will to court her wooe her,
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She must heal the Wound she gave.
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Then to his Palace-gate he goes
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The Beggar crav'd his Charity,
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A Purse of Gold to them he throws,
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With thankful hearts away they hye,
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But the King call'd her to him,
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Tho' she was but poor and mean,
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His hand did hold h[e]r, while he told her
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She should be his stately Queen.
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At this she blushed scarlet red,
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And on this mighty King d[i]d gaze;
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Then strait again as pale as Lead
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Alas she was in such amaze,
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Hand in hand they walk'd together,
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And the King did kindly say,
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That he'd respect her, strait they deck'd her
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In most sumptuous rich Array.
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He did appoint the Wedding day.
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And likewise then commanded strait,
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The noble Lords and Ladies,
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Upon his gracious Queen to wait,
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She appear'd a splendid beauty,
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All the Court did her adore,
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And in Marriage with a Carriage,
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As if she had been Queen before.
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Her Fame thro' all their Realms did ring,
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Although she came of Parents poor
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She by her Sovereign Lord the King
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Did bear one Son, and yet no more.
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All the Nobles were well pleased,
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And the Ladies frank and free
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For her behaviour always gave
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Title to her Dignity.
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At length the King and Queen was laid
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Together in a silent tomb,
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Their Royal Son their Sceptre sway'd
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Who govern'd in his father's room,
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Long in glory did he flourish,
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Wealth and honour to encrease
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Still possessing such great blessing,
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That he liv'd and reign'd in Peace,
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