The Languishing LOVER Cured,
And the Coy LADY by Cupid Converted.
In a Passionate Discourse of Love, between Florio, Cupid, and Philida.
To the Tune of, Hang sorrow cast away Care.
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WHat a sorry Life I live,
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since that Love hath found me,
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And what Treasures would I give,
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that Cupid had not bound me:
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For his Dart hath pierc'd my Heart,
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I cannot endure it,
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And inflicted so much smart,
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That no Herb can cure it.
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Surely Cupid is not blind,
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but hath Eyes to see with,
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And his Dart hath prov'd unkind,
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that he wounded me with;
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For it did all Comfort Kill
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when it pierc'd into me,
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And my Soul with sorry fil'd,
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Oh! it will undo me.
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Heavens bless my dying Heart,
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heavenly Powers defend me,
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Love need not use so much Art
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and Cruelty to bend me:
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For my silly Soul did yield,
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when 'twas first assailed,
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And to Cupid gave the Field,
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Oh! then my spirits failed.
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Cupid, What is thy intent?
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what is thy desire?
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Let thy Bow be now unbent,
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for I am all on fire:
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O! sweet gentle God of Love,
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let thy Arrows miss me,
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Let her whom (in vain) I love,
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Kill me, if not kiss me.
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What a pining Life have I,
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what a sad Condition?
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Ease me Love, and let me fly,
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this lingring Contrition:
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Kiss me, or else cure my Wound,
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O! some pitty show me;
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Can there no Relief be found,
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But Love must overflow me.
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If my worthless Body must,
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be thy Arrows diet,
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Then convert me into Dust,
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and let me have some quiet:
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Let thy Arrows take their fill,
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since she cannot abide me,
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With my Blood, come Cupid swill,
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Thou enough hast try'd me.
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FOrc'd I am to yield I see,
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and adore thy Power,
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For thy Art hath conquer'd me,
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and hath brought me lower:
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I that did before neglect,
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and dispise to love thee,
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Give thee now all due respect,
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And for pitty move thee.
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O! sweet Love be not so fierce,
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but with pitty moved,
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Let thy Golden Arrow pierce,
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the Heart of my beloved:
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Let us share in equal parts,
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and prostrate lie before the,
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Then our joyful flaming hearts,
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Forever shall Implore thee.
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(he lies down.)
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The Authour.
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Cupid hearing this Complaint,
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fearing 'twould undo him,
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Sends his best beloved Saint,
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fitly fixt unto him?
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Cupid doth himself descend,
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from his shrine of Glory,
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To compleat the happy end,
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Of this Lovers story.
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Cupid.
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Longing Lover live and leave,
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this thy sad Lamenting,
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Though the Arrows in my sheave
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cause this Discontenting:
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By my Quiver and my Bow,
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I swear she shall not miss thee,
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I'le present Her to thee now,
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Court her and she'll kiss thee.
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Philida.
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Where's this loyal Lover that
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so with pitty moves me,
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Jove forbid that I should hate,
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or kill the Thing that loves me:
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I am none of those coy Girles,
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that to Death will doom thee,
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Knights, & Lords, & Dukes & Earls
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shall not take me from thee.
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Florio.
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What sweet words have I heard said,
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lovely smooth and even,
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Cupid sure hath struck me dead,
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and I am now in Heaven:
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This is Philida I see,
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with all joys about Her,
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Heaven cannot Heaven be,
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If it is without her.
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Philida.
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Sure 'tis Florio appears,
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(as God Cupid chain'd him)
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He hath Lov'd me seven Years,
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and I as long disdain'd him:
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But the God hath struck my heart
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and put Love into me,
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If Florio should play my part,
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utterly undo me.
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Florio.
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Philida! Oh! Philida,
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let me come and Court thee,
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By Loves pure and precious Law
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I vow, I will not hurt thee:
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Saints with Angels that are good,
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do as much as this is,
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I swear no motion of my blood,
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shall mingle with our Kisses.
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Philida.
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I'le not tie thee up to that,
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prethee Kiss and spare not,
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And what more thou would'st be at,
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in this fit I fear not:
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Love cannot be fed with Air,
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Kisses are but Bubbles,
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But let's be a Wedded pair,
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To avoid all troubles.
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Florio.
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That's a real royal way,
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to prevent miscariage,
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There's no Wormwood in the joy,
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that is mixt in Marriage:
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Quick let's to the Altar go,
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there to be made Fellows,
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Men and Maids are Fire & Tow,
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When Cupid blows the Bellows.
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