The Modest Batchelor;
And , The Beautiful Virgin.
Sett to a Pleasant New Tune. Licens'd according to Order.
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O Ne-ly tell her, onely tell her, onely tell her that I love; Leave the rest to
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Fate, and Fortune, she at last more kind may prove: Some kind Pla- - net
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perhaps may move her, for to cast a Tender-Eye; Why? O why? should I
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give o--ver? she's too good to let me Dye.
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L Ove has oft tormenting fear,
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all his Chains we must endure;
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To my greif, she may give Ear,
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and at length (in pitty) cure,
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Windy-sighs will Fan the fire,
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to so pure, and bright a flame,
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That each Lover will admire,
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and extoll her beauteous name,
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By her own Immortall power,
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by the Roses, in her Cheek,
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By the Mirtle-Grove, and Bower,
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(where true pleasure, Lovers seek,)
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Onely she is worth possessing,
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onely she (I think) Divine,
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Venus grant me then, this blessing,
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that, the only, may be mine.
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Have you seen her charming Beauty?
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(like the Blossoms, fair and sweet,)
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Have you seen, how all with duty,
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fall down prostrate at her feet?
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Have you seen how Stars with-draw?
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and twinkle at the Morning light,
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So poor Lovers stand in awe,
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amaz'd with beams so wondrous bright.
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Thousand Cupids round her hover,
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play and Revel in her Eyes,
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Blest and happy is the Lover,
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that enjoys so rich a Prize,
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When the charms of beauty's tasted
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'tis the sweetest in it's prime,
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Blooming-youth, should not be wasted,
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for it fades in little time.
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By the Law of tender Nature,
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no fair beauty should be coy,
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There is neither Face nor Feature,
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but, (by right,) we should enjoy,
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Beauty, always, shou'd breed Beauty,
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not lye all alone each Night;
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To be kind, is Maidens Duty,
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Maids were made for Mans Delight.
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Marble, by the Rain, relenteth,
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can a Beauty then so fair?
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Be a Fury, that tormenteth,
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must I Dye, and quite Dispair?
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Oh! sweet Nymph, be not so cruel,
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'tis an easie thing to Love:
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Grant me then your Heart, (that Jewel,)
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I'll not envy Jove above.
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FINIS .
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