Fancies Phoenix.
OR,
The Peerless Paragon of the Times.
Being a young Gallants description of a Lady which hee hath settled his
thoughts on, resolving never to change, nor to love any other beauty or face
in the World.
And is perswaded if there bee,
A Phoenix in the world, 'tis shee.
To an Amorous new Tune.
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COme all you Batchelors so brave,
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that spend your time in Cupids court
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And with your Complements do crave,
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with many Ladies for to sport
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I am contrary to your mind
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I Court but one and she's unkind.
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She's vertuous, chaste, and if there bee
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a Phoenix in the world, 'tis shee.
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I must confesse I am in Love
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although I thought I never should
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But sure she was sent from above
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and made of Natures chiefest mould
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So pure, so fair, and all Divine
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Ile quit the world to make her mine,
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She's vertuous, chaste, and if there be, etc.
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I little thought I ever could
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by any beauty ere be won
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Nor can I now if that I would
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remove my mind on anyone
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No wealth, no beauty, nor no face
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my fixed thoughts from her displace,
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Shee's vertuous, chaste, and if there be, etc.
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Do you not see the Stars retreat
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when Sol salutes the sky so clear
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So must all beauties ne're so great
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shrink and withdraw when shee appear
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So bright, so clear, that all must say
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fair Roselia claims the day.
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Shee's vertuous, chaste and if there be, etc.
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Her bashful Cheeks with blushing sweet
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casts such a rich vermilion dye
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That Rose and Lilly there doth meet
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each striving for the victory
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So rare, so pure, you'l scarce beleeve
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dame Nature could such colours give
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Shee's vertuous, chaste, and if there be, etc.
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Her Eyes like sparks of Diamonds clear
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such glances casts in modest sort
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No wantonness in them appear
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yet Cupid sure there keeps his Court
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'Twas from her eyes he shot his dart
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that thus hath peirc't my love-sick heart
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Shee's vertuous, chaste, and if there be
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a Phoenix in the world, 'tis shee.
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The second part to the same Tune
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BUt stay my Muse, what need have I
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to praise her beauty in such sort
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When as her fame abroad doth flye
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more than I can of her report
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Were shee to mee as kind as fair
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then might I live and not despair;
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But sure I think if that there be
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a Phoenix in the world, 'tis she,
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For shee desires to be alone
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and never to participate
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Her love she saith to anyone,
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but single live without a mate
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Such thoughts I think in few remain
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yet doth in her, the more's my pain
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Then sure I think if that there be, etc.
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Cruel she is to none I hear
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no more shee is not unto mee
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Nor proud shee is not that is rare
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you'l say in women for to be
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She's courteous, lovely chaste and fair
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few that can with her compare,
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For sure I think if that there bee, etc.
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Then if shee Phenix-like will live
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and dye alone I am content
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My heart to her Ile freely give
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unto no other Ile consent
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But in her flames my heart shall burn
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and Phenix-like to ashes turn
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For it is her and none but shee
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by whom I must revived bee.
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And if shee will not yeeld at last
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but still her resolutions hold
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I will not think my time ill spent
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nor yet my love shall near wax cold
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To stay for such a one as she
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I think no time there lost wi[l]l bee
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I'de better with my fancy wed
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than lodge some women in my bed.
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If that you needs would know of mee
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whereas this Phenix doth abide
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For that I must excused bee
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yet near the Strand shee doth reside,
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No other notice will I give
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to anyone whilst I do live.
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And if she doth a Phoenix dye
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look in her ashes there am I.
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You roving Batchelors that bee
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resolved for to spend your time
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In several Maidens company
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when as their beauty are in prime
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Beware, beware, let virtue guide
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thee to a Maid to make thy Bride
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Let not her beauty tempt your eye
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least vertue too in her you spye.
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I must depart time calls away
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I cannot now express my mind
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This Song is long enough you'l say
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unless that she did prove more kind
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She's vertuous, caste, and therefore I
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resolve to love her till I dye;
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For sure I think if that there bee
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a Phoenix in the world, 'tis shee.
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