THE
Complaining Shepherdess
Satisfied at last:
OR,
Love lost and found again,
Being a most pleasant New Play-Song.
Phillis mourning long, at last does find
A Lover far more then her former kind,
Who to her dear Embraces is assign'd,
Which unto Virgins may a Maxim be,
Not to lament tedious Virginity,
For if one fails the next more kind and free.
To the Tune of, Ah! Jenny Gin, etc.
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ONe Summers night when all alone
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I wandred o're the Plain,
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I heard a Nymph that made sad moan
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for loss of her dear Swain:
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Alas! she cry'd, my Strephons gone,
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what must poor Phillis do,
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When sadly thus she's left forlorn,
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her harder Fate to rue?
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How oft he swore he wou'd be kind,
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and constant to his Love,
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But now like to the flying wind,
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his deepest vows do prove:
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For he alas! is fled and gone,
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with one he loves more dear,
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Then why should I poor Phillis mourn,
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and keep such heavy chear?
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Whilst he does Revel with his Joy,
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whom more then me he loves,
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Whilst they rejoyce shall I destroy
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myself 'cause false he proves?
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No, no, I now have griev'd so long,
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too long I sad have been,
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But he forsworn wretch did me wrong,
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yet pardon Gods his sin.
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I envy her no happiness
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who has him in her arms,
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Yet let her look to it, unless
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at last he slights her Charms:
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For he's unconstant as the wind,
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or wandering Clouds that flye,
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To any Nymph can prove unkind,
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and let her sigh and dye.
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What if he be a comely Youth,
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there's falshood in him still,
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And hence I will be kind and true
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if I may have my will:
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Be he ne'r so mean a Swain,
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that feeds his blating Sheep,
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In the Woods or flowery Plain,
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that man my heart shall keep.
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If he an honest meaning have,
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and constant still will prove,
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For I too long have been a slave,
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to one that could not love:
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Farewel my falsest Damon now,
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I throw thee from my breast,
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No more of grief for thee allow,
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but take my quiet rest.
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And wish all Maidens to beware,
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how they too smooth tongues trust,
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Who to break vows do never fear,
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and prove but seldom just:
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But to a down-right honest Swain,
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rather incline their mind,
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Who being lov'd can love again,
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and evermore prove kind.
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These words she hardly did express,
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but Hylas he came by,
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And on the pritty Shepherdess,
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he cast an amorous eye:
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And little Cupid at with his Bow,
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was ready at that time,
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Who straight a Golden Shaft let go,
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which caus'd loves flames to climb.
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And fir'd the homely Shepherds breast
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he could no farther move,
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Till he himself to her addrest,
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and told her of his Love:
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Which the faint Nymph at first deny'd,
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yet longing to be Wed,
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Alas! can you prove true, she cry'd,
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if you enjoy my Bed.
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Fear not that my lovely Maid,
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the Swain did then reply
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If that my Love with Love be paid,
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you'l find my constancy:
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I'le trust thee once, kind Swain, she said
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let us to love proceed,
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And whilst they tript it o're the plain,
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I could their Wishes read.
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