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Loves Solace;
OR
The true lovers part, & in his conclusion he shews his constant heart.
He still doth praise her for her beauty rare,
And sayes theres none with her that can compare.
To a new Court tune called the Damaske Rose.

THe Damaske Rose nor Lilly faire,
the Couslip nor the Pancy,
With my true Love cannot compare,
for beauty love and fancy,
She doth excell the rarest Dame,
in all the world that may be,
Which makes me thus extoll her fame,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

If I should speake of my true Love,
as I am bound in duty;
She doth surpasse the gods above,
in each degree for beauty,
Juno, Pallas, nor Venus faire,
shine not so bright and lovely,
Thers none with her that may compare,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

When first I saw her peerelesse face,
I did admire her beauty,
And I did seeke with heart and voyce,
to offer her all duty,
Which willingly she did accept,
so kind and loving was she,
Which makes me thus with all respect,
say sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

Mars though he be the god of warre,
could not so deepely wound me,
As Cupid with a little skarre,
which I have plainely showne you,
Boreas with all his blustring stormes,
never pierst so sorely:
Cupids Arrowes pricke like thornes,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

For her sweet sake Ile undertake,
any thing she requireth,
To sayle the Seas like Captaine Drake,
whose deeds theres some admireth
What ever she commands is done,
so much her love doth move me,
She is a precious Paragon,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

Bright Cinthia in her rich Robes,
my Love doth much resemble,
whose beautious beams such rares affords
that makes my heart to tremble,
Yet is the Saint so chast so rare,
which unto fancy moves me,
And makes my joyes without compare,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

Diana and her Darlings deare,
that lived in woods and vallies:
And spent her time so chast and rare,
she with no mankind dallies:
Yet is she not more chast than my Love,
I hope none can disprove me,
O no my mind shall nere remove,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

Sweet Love adieu I pray be true,
and thinke of what is spoken,
Change not thy old friend for a new,
let not thy vow be broken,
Sweet Love I leave thee for this time,
for so it doth behove me,
But still my heart doth me combine,
to say sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

The second part, To the same Tune.
The Maidens kind answer wherein she doth agree,
That he shall be her Love, and none but onely he.

MY love, my life, my ducke my deare,
now will I yeeld unto thee,
All thou hast said I well did heare,
and now thy words doth move me,
For to reply in answer kind,
and so thy selfe shall prove me,
I will not change like to the wind,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.

Be thou my lovely Pyramus,
Ile be thy constant Thysbe,
And I am now resolved thus,
never to displease thee.
True love surpasseth Croe[s]us gold,
tis not thy wealth that moves me,
Hereafter let my love be bold,
and say sweet is the Lasse that loves me.

Ile prove as chast unto my Love,
as ever could be any,
No fond inticements me shall move,
although I am urged to many,
I will indure for ever kind,
as it doth best behove me,
A truer Mate thou shalt not find,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.

My daily care shall alwaies be,
onely for to delight thee,
And I my selfe still will be she
that shall with joyes unite thee,
I will shine bright at noone and night,
if I may so content thee,
Like Cinthia I will shine bright,
unto the Lad that loves me.

Doe not despaire my onely deare,
let not vaine thoughts torment thee,
Of my true heart have thou no feare,
nor doe not thou absent me,
I will remaine for ever sure,
though I a while did proove thee,
Till death depart Ile thine indure,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.

No gold nor gaine shall me obtaine,
to fancy any other,
All those that seeke my Love to gaine,
their wishes I doe smother,
I answer them unto their kind,
for so it doth behove me,
I will not change like to the wind,
so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee.

So Love adieu I pray be true,
I am thine owne for ever,
The next time that I meet with you,
weele not so soone dissever,
Although we part I leave my heart,
with him that dearely loves me,
Tis Hymens bands must ease my smart,
and I am the Lasse that loves thee.

O my sweet love and onely deare,
thou hast renued my pleasure,
Thou in my sight dost more appeare
than any earthly treasure;
I doe rejoyce much in my choyce,
and so it doth behove me,
Ile sing thy praise with heart and voice.
so sweet is the Lasse that loves me.


London Printed for Francis Grove, on Snow-hill. FINIS. M.P.

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