The Young Mans Joys
Compleated.
OR,
The Coy DAMSEL Conquered by his pure Love and Loyalty.
She first deny'd to be his Bride,
lease he should prove unjust;
But when she knew his Love was true
she set his Heart at rest.
To the Tune of, O so ungrateful a Creature.
This may be Printed. R.P.
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Man.
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NOw to my true Lover Betty,
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I'le pay my Loyal Respects,
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There is no Creature more pritty,
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not among all thy whole Sex:
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Let me obtain but thy favour,
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then I desire no more;
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Love I will serve thee for ever,
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and will thy Person adore.
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Maid.
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Young Men are given to flatter,
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innocent Maids to betray,
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Never intend no such matter,
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who can believe what you say?
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When you take pleasure to grieve us
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pitty your Hearts will not move,
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But most unworthily leave us,
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when we have granted you love.
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Man.
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Dearest put this to the tryal,
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a solemn promise I give,
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That I am faithful and Loyal,
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and will be so while I live:
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Therefore my Dear be not cruel,
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but grant me what I request,
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Love's an unquenchable Fuel,
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the which doth torture my Breast.
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Maid.
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Truly I much do admire
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that your love should be so hot,
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Were I to grant your desire
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Sir, it would soon be forgot:
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Young-Men their passion can smother,
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when we the blessing allow,
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They are for Courting another,
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never regarding their vow.
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Man.
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There is no Creature above thee,
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shall be admir'd by me,
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I so entirely love thee,
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that I can never be free;
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This is no fabulous story,
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I will thy Servant remain,
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Evermore sound forth thy glory,
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do not triumph in disdain.
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Maid.
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I have known many a pretender,
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vow'd that they'd love them as life,
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Saying, if they would surrender,
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that they should then be their Wife:
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Yet at the last they have left them,
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making their sorrowful moan,
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And of all comforts bereft them;
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this I have oftentimes known.
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Man.
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Why wilt thou torture and grieve me,
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more than i'm able to bear?
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O that thou wilt but reprieve me,
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why shouldst thou let me dispair?
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Surely might I but enjoy thee,
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my drooping spirits would chear,
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Nothing should ever annoy thee,
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for I would tender my dear.
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Though at the first she did lower,
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now she has quite left it o're,
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As having not so much power
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for to deny him once more:
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Thus the young Damsel consented,
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seeming at first to be coy,
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Then he no longer lamented.
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but did embrace her with joy.
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Saying, I'le not be ungrateful,
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to render evil for good,
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No, I was ne[']re so deceitful,
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Heavens forbid that I shou'd:
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Thee I did always admire,
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Love, I was never in jest,
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Seeing thou grant'st my desire,
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now my poor Heart is at rest.
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