Cupids Golden Dart, Or;
A dainty Sonnet here is to be sold,
The like whereof was never sung nor told:
Of a brave Girl that had a bag of Gold,
Which she delivered into her Sweet-hearts hold.
And now they live together lovingly,
In joy, in peace, and true tranquility:
At first they seem'd to be at mortal strife,
But in Conclusion were made Man and Wife.
Tune is, Down in an Arbour devouted to Venus.
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WHen Aurora in Azus was blushing,
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A nimph of Venus attending the train,
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Then Noble Mars with his Pike fell to pushing,
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all was to stop, and turn her again.
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That time bold Cupid with his Dart,
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Pierc'd a young-man unto the heart:
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Which made him sigh, lament, and cry,
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My love is gone, and I know not why.
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My Love is beautiful, gallant and stately,
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able to give a Man any content:
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She that hath sported with me very lately,
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is parted from me, which makes me repent:
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That ever such a spotted name,
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Should come unto so fair a Dame:
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This makes me sigh, etc.
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I that have clipt her, and oftentimes kist her,
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and kindly dandled her on my knee,
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Though fickle Fortune frow, now I have mist her
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for I perceive she is angry with me.
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Else should she not in rath despight,
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Have rob'd me of my hearts delight,
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She never bad me once good-boy,
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But went her way, etc.
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I never gave my Love any occasion,
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whereby to hold me so much in disdain,
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Nor can she shew me any good reason,
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why she my company thus should refrain:
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Twas only hardness of her heart,
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Which caused her so to depart,
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Her unkind dealing makes me cry, etc.
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Had I been resolute, cross grain'd, or froward,
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as many Batchelors are in their ways,
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Had I been a Prodigal, proud, or untoward,
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as many Impudents are now adays:
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Or had I chosen another Mate,
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Then had she had just cause to hate:
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No such ill qualities ever had I,
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Yet she is gone, I know not why.
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SInce there's no remedy, farewel adieu love,
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in vain it is any longer to stay,
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Thou has been false, but i'le seek out a true-love,
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with all the post haste and speed that I may;
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Because thou wast unkind to me,
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I never again will look on thee:
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The vow thou mad'st thou didst deny,
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And went'st away, I know not why.
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The Maids Loving Reply.
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PRethee Love, Turtle-dove, once again mind me,
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do not so bid me adieu:
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Loyal and constant thou ever shalt find me,
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and am resolv'd to love no man but you:
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Chear up thy spirits, and be not sad,
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I have that for thee, will make thee glad:
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Do not refuse my courtesie,
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Ile love thee dearly till I dye.
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Of all other Youngmen I think thee most worthy,
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though I was absent from thee for a space,
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yet hold up they head; there's good money bid for thee,
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if thou'rt willing my love to imbrace,
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Here's for thee a Bag of Gold,
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Take it and keep it fast in hold:
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So thou wilt wed me speedily,
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Then shall I love thee till I dye.
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If I were worth a whole Ship-load of money,
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I would bestow that great substance on thee
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And make thee master of it e're a penny,
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if thou wilt cast thy affection on me:
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And more than that, i'le undertake,
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All other creatures to forsake:
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If thou the true-love knot will tye,
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Ile love thee dearly till I dye.
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Ile forsake father, and Ile forsake mother,
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if thou'lt be pleased to make me thy bride,
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Ile forstake Sister, and Ile forsake Brother,
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and all the Kindred that I have beside,
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The Proverb old allows it so,
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That Love will creep, were't cannot go:
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Let me enjoy thy company,
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For I must love thee until I dye.
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When she these loving words had spoken,
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he stept unto her and gave her a kiss,
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Saying, Receive this same as a love-token,
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and i'le reward thee much better than this;
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He took the Gold, and married the Maid,
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The matter was not long delay'd:
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And now they live most lovingly,
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Together in Felicity.
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