THE
True pattern of Constancy:
OR,
The Loyal Lovers Joys Compleated.
When Young-men find their Love's unkind,
they then impatient grow,
But when their Grief do's find Relief,
it Expiates their Woe.
To an Excellent New Tune: Or, Farewell the Flower of false deceit, etc.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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FArewell thou Flower of false deceit,
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and I wish the heighth of you may fade,
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That your Countenance may altered be,
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and your Honour in the Dust be laid.
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Ne'er was a Man more true than I,
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as you yourself full well do know;
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Till I found you in your Cruelty,
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that you sought my final Overthrow.
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I wish the bright Sun may not shine
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on thee, as it has done before;
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[F]or your Countenance hath me beguil'd,
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I can love again, but you no more.
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Once I could have been as constant Sweet-heart
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for to cross the Ocean Seas for thee,
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As Vulcan did for Venuss sake,
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when he Sailed into Italy.
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If you were as fair as Rosamond was,
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with her Cherry Cheeks and dimpled Chin;
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Or if you were as fair as Hellena was,
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I should never more delight therein.
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But now my heart it is my own,
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why should I for another care?
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For to sigh and sob, lament, and moan,
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for to bring myself unto Despair?
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I will enjoy my Liberty,
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and in the World I mean to range;
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For I will no more your Captive be,
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you I for another mean to change.
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You treated me with such despight,
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while I your person did adore,
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That I value not your Beauty bright,
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then adieu, adieu for evermore.
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The Maidens Answer to the Young-man.
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Such Resolutions do not name,
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pray let me speak a word or two;
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Do not thus against thy Love exclaim,
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when thou know'st I cannot part with thee,
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Why dost thou charge me with Deceit?
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such was my Love and Loyalty,
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That I never could your Person meet,
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but you proved as a Life to me.
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Here I do offer hand and heart,
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with all that I can call my own;
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Then do not from thy true Love part,
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but take some pity of my moan.
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For my heart to thee is linked fast,
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I cannot waver with the Wind;
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But as long as ever Life shall last,
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sure I shall never change my mind.
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This Loving Couples happy Agreement.
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Can I believe this is my Dear,
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who once did slight me with disdain?
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If it be, then will my joys appear,
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seeing she is thus return'd again.
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Now nothing can my peace annoy,
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as long as ever Life do's last;
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In my Dear I place my chiefest joy,
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utterly forgetting all that's past.
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I will embrace thee in my Arms,
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with many a soft and tender Kiss,
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With many thousand pleasant Charms,
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in a full perfection of our Bliss.
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Tho' once I did reflect on thee,
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while my heart was fill'd with grief,
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And I never did expect to see,
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that thou ever would'st afford Relief.
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But since the Frowns of Fate are fled,
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and I have found thy Constancy,
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Now my heart is free from fear and dread,
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I will love my Jewel till I dye.
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Then he took his true Love by the hand,
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calling her his true and Turtle-Dove,
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We'll no longer now disputing stand,
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but resolve to live and dye in Love.
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