A new way of Hunting:
Or, the hunting of the wild Boar:
Being a compendious Dialogue between two Lovers,
To the Tune of, Draw the Curtaines.
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FAire Fidelia, tempt no more,
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By no meanes I thy person will adore,
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Nor offer to thy shrine,
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The Gods do me injoyne
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To spend my time in hunting of the Bore.
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Harke, I heare the Huntsman hollow,
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To invite
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To this fight
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Warlike Mars and bright Apollo,
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The bugle horne do blow,
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The Foresters all a row
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Are ready prest.
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And bravely drest
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Along with them to goe.
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Fair Fidelia take a kisse.
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And at my next return be sure of this,
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Thou shalt well approve
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I do thee dearly love,
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Pray pardon at this time what is amisse,
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I must leave thee for a space,
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Else to chuse
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And to lose
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A more honourable place.
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Farewell Cupid's Court,
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Welcome Hunters sport:
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Now will I
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My fortunes try
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[?] here gallants do resort.
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Faire Fidelia take this Ring,
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Keep it in token of a better thing,
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I am parting from thee,
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Sweetheart thinke upon me,
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Loves conceits do sweet contentments bring.
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When thou seest me mounted brave
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On my Steed,
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That indeed
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Is the thing that I would have,
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Let the wild Boar beware,
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And savage Beare take care,
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I make no doubt
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To root them out
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When I approach them near,
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Lusty Rurals of the North
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Are now prepar'd and ready to march forth,
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Thundering eccho's sounding,
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Hills and dales rebounding,
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Hounds and huntsmen of couragious worth,
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Now the Stars give light again,
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Which before
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Did adore
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And support great Charles his Waine.
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Since those sports I minde,
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I'le not stay behind,
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Let day or Night
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Be darke or light,
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At length I shall them finde.
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Her Answer, The second part, To the same Tune.
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DEarest Love be not unkind,
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To part with me and leave me here behind,
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Whilest that thou art wanting,
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My heart will break with panting,
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Never a minutes comfort shall I finde,
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The wild Boar and savage Bear,
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I do feare,
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Will thee teare
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When thou in their sight appear.
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If that they do not misse,
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Serpents they will hiss,
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Then never rome,
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But stay at home
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And change the other kiss.
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In the Forest there are more
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That seek thy fall, besides the ugly Boar;
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There's the stinging Vipers
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There's the poysoning Spiders,
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There are Nilus Crocodils great store.
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There are Dragons whose strong breath
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In an hour
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Will devoure,
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And betray thee unto death:
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Rather then do so,
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I pray thee do not go:
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Stay here and try
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A victory
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With me thy friendly foe.
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In the stead of Forests strong,
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I'le finde a fitter Cops for thee to range;
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Hore stands a pleasant Bed,
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soft Pillows for thy head,
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Where thou and I will sweet encounters change:
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Now hunt and do not spare.
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Venus game
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Is the same
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Will redound unto thy share;
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Try me as thou wilt,
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Prove thy chiefest skill,
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Do thou thy best
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I'le do the rest,
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And so be for thee still.
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Take thy Ring and Kisse again
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For every one thou giv'st i'le give thee ten,
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Use thou no deniall:
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Put me to the triall,
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Beauteous Maides doth love couragious men.
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Gentle Cupid bend thy bow,
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Shoot a dart
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at his heart,
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That the Hunters all may know,
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That he is mine by right,
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My joy and hearts delight-
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better still
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With me to bill,
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Then with the Boar to fight.
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