Joy to the Person of my
Love.
Or, A Lovers Complaint for the unkind-
ness of his Mistriss.
To be Sung with its own proper Tune.
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JOY to the person of my Love,
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altho that she doth me disdain.
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Fix'd are my Thoughts and cannot move,
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but yet alas! I love in vain.
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Shall I lose the sight
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Of my joy and hearts delight?
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Or shall I leave my suit?
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Shall I strive to touch?
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Oh no! it were too much,
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She is forbidden Fruit.
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Oh! wo is me, that ever I did see
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the beauty that did me bewitch;
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Yet ne're, alas! I must forego that face,
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the Treasure I esteem'd so much.
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O! shall I range into some Dale?
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or to the Mountains mourn:
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Sad Echo's shall resound my Tale;
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or whither shall I turn?
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Shall I buy that Love
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No life to me will give,
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But deeply wounds my heart?
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If I fly away,
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She will not cry, stay,
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My sorrows to convert.
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Oh! no, no, she will not say so,
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but confortless I must be gone;
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Yet though she be so froward unto me,
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I'le love her, or I will love none.
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O! that I might but understand
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the reason of her hate
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To him that would be at her Command,
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in Love, in Life, in State:
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Then should I no more
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In heart be griev'd so sore,
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Nor sad with Discontent;
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But since that I have lov'd
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A Maid that so has prov'd
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Unkind, I do repent:
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Something unkind hath settled in her mind
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that caused her to leave me so:
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Sweet seem to me, but half so kind to be,
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or let me the occasion know.
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A thousand Fortunes fall ever to her share
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although she hath rejected me,
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And fill'd my heart with sad despair,
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yet will I ever constant be
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For she is the Dame
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My Tongue shall ever name,
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Fair Branch of Modestie,
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Chast in Heart and Mind;
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O! were she half so kind,
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Then would she pity me.
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Sweet turn at last, be kind as thou are chast
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and let me in thy bosom dwell;
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So shall we gain, the pleasures of Loves pain;
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Till th[en] my dearest dear farewel.
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