The True Lovers Joy:
Or, A Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love.
The Maid implores the Aid of Charons Boat,
That to the gloomy Shades her Soul might float;
With Sighs and Groans, much weary and opprest;
At last he heard her Moan, and gave her rest,
From all past Dangers, and from future Harms,
She safe arrivd and anchord in his Arms.
To a new Tune much in Request.
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Maid.
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HArk Charon, come away,
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bring forth thy Boat and Oars,
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And carry me poor harmless Maid,
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unto the Eleizium Shoars.
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Charon.
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Who Charon calls in hast,
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whilst I sit here in pain?
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I carry none but pure and chast,
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such as true Love hath slain.
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I am come, dear Soul, I come,
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thy Face doth so incharm me;
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Come in my Boat and take thy room,
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no Wind nor Wave shall harm thee.
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Maid.
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Now I am come in thy Boat,
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I am a Maid undone,
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Sighing my Heart is almost broke,
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for my Love he is from me gone.
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Thus as I pass the Shades,
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Ill tell you a mournful Tale,
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So full of Sigh as we do pass,
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shall serve us for a Gale.
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And so beguile the time,
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Ill sing you a true Lovers Song,
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Mine Eyes shall flow a Sea of Tears,
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to carry the Boat along.
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Oh whats become of those hard Hearts
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of a Virgin takes no Pitty,
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Theyr sailing to Virginia Parts,
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where Neptune hath built a City.
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O Cupid hath wounded me,
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and hath piercd my tender Heart,
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To call for one whom I lovd so dear,
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who cares but little fort.
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Thus in the Shades below,
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well wast the tedious Hours
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No gust of Wind, but sighs shall blow,
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the Boat with Charons Oars.
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His Answer.
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Stay, gentle Charon, stay,
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and let the Boat alone,
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Row not the harmless Maid away,
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that sits and makes her Moan.
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For she that calls so fast,
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and sighs so at thy stay,
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A Virgin is as pure and chast,
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as ere true Love did slay.
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Shes no dear Soul for thee,
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let not her Face incharm thee,
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Though room within thy Boat there be,
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her Beauty there may charm thee.
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O fair One if you go,
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Im more undone than you,
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My Heart doth equal Sorrow know,
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and still my Love is true.
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The Shades you must not pass,
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nor mournful Stories tell,
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Instead of sighing Gales, alas!
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a Kiss will do as well.
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youd better stay a shore,
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and sing us a true Lovers Song,
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It is enough, we need no more
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to carry his Boat along.
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No Heart so hard I know,
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but would gladly ease your Pain,
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Else Heart let him to Virginia go,
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and never return again.
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If Cupid hath wounded you,
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he had wounded me before;
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If you love as you say you do,
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I love you as much or more.
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In Beds of softest Down,
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well spend the short livd nights,
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No gust of Wind or Sigh shall drown
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the Current of our Delights.
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Maid.
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Come gentle Charon, come,
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and me to shoar remove,
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The Wind dispairing sight did blow,
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shall wast me unto Love.
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How slow the Boat-man stears,
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if he no faster ply,
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My Love to rid me of my Fears,
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shall lend me his Wings to flye.
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To thee, dear Love, I float,
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finding thee just and true,
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And bid to Charon and his Boat,
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eternally Adieu.
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Make hast, make hast, my Dear,
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for, if thou longer stay,
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Through the Floods without all Fears,
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my Arms shall make their way.
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Welcome, my Love, to shoar,
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Ill keep thee from all harms,
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And thou shalt ride for evermore
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at Anchor in my Arms.
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