Loves Return, Or, The Maydens Joy.
Being
A Compendious Dialogue between two constant
Loyall-hearted Lovers.
Tune, Now the Tyrant, or, the Maydens sigh.
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Man
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ARise from thy bed,
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my Turtle and dear,
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And let in thy true Love,
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that stands coldly here,
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Leave sleeping a while
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and let us imbrace,
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I love to behold,
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thy beautifull face,
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Whose sighing and sorrow,
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to pitty did move
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My heart for the present,
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and want of my Love,
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But now ime arrived,
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again to the shore,
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To make thee my spouse all,
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Ingaged before.
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Maid.
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What Eccho is this,
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that sounds in my ear,
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O tis the sweet voyce,
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of my love and my dear,
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Who venturing his life,
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upon the salt Main,
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By Heaven is escapt,
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and returned again,
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I come my Love quickly,
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to give thee a kiss
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For now I injoy,
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what I long time did miss,
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Then welcome my True love,
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thrice welcome to mee,
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I often lamented,
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for wanting of thee.
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Man
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I tel thee my dearest,
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since I did depart,
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I often did sail,
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with a sorrowfull heart,
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The troublesome Seas,
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and tempests did rise,
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The clouds being pitchy,
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and darkned the Skyes,
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But none of these Tempests,
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nor storms did so move,
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My heart to relenting,
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as lacking my love,
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When Billows were mighty.
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and Gusts did appear,
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Yet nothing did grieve mee,
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but want of my dear.
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Maid.
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When thou on the Seas
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was farre out of sight,
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My heart was tormented,
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by day and by night,
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I dreading your death
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by wrack or by sands,
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Or that you were fallen,
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into murderers hands
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This subject of forror,
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my soul did affright,
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Whose absence did banish,
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all joy and delight
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But now ile leave sighing,
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and mourning a while,
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For heaven has been pleased
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on Lovers to smile.
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The second part to the same tune.
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Man.
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BUt tell mee my love,
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are all our foes dead,
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That caus'd this disaster,
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and misery bred,
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May wee now bee joyned,
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in union and Peace,
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And have the fruition,
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of natures increase,
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Without contradiction,
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of Parents or friends
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Or else our new Comedy
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tragicall ends,
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For I to the Ocean,
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on force must depart,
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Yet for a true signet,
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Ile leave thee my heart,
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Maid
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O stay love, O stay love,
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with mee that am thine.
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Thy heart is concealed,
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as thou hast done mine,
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My Father and Mother,
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by Fortunes decree,
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Are dead now and buried,
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then welcome to mee,
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Our chief adversaries,
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are now turn'd our friends,
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And those that did wrong thee
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will make thee amends.
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The Clouds being banisht,
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the Sun shineth clear,
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And Cupid invites me
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to welcome my dear:
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Man
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Then welcome my Love,
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the life of my Soul,
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Whose reall intention
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there's none can controle,
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And as a chaste maiden,
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most vertuous doth prove,
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So Sea men do scorn,
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to be false in their Love,
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As Sol in his glory,
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ith' sky doth indure,
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My heart is so fixed,
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both stedfast and sure,
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Then give mee thy hand,
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and thy heart both as one,
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And then all our troubles
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and sorrows are done.
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Maid.
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O here I resigne,
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both my love and my life.
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Farewell chaste Diana,
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I must bee a Wife,
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Assist us good Himen,
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to tye Marriage bands,
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For Cupid effected
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this joyning of hands.
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Tis titles of honour,
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for those that are wed.
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Whose actions are modest,
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and civill in bed,
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But such that are shamelesse,
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and wanton by playes,
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Dishonour their husbands,
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and shorten their daies.
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Author
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Then young men and maids,
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that hear this new song,
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Bee faithfull and kind,
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and do no one wrong,
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For love like the Soul,
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to the body gives life,
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And happies that man,
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that hath a chaste wife,
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For vertues in women,
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contentment doth bring,
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From whence the sweet foun-tain,
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Of riches doth spring
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And men that are reall,
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and constant in mind,
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O they are accepted,
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and counted most kind.
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