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EBBA 31829

University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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Floras farewell: Or,
The Shepherds Love-passion Song,
Wherein he greatly doth complain,
Because his love was spent in vain.
To a delicate new Tune: or A thousand times my love commend.

FLora farewel, I needs must go,
for if with thee I longer stay,
Thine eyes prevaile over me so,
I shall be blind and lose my way.

Fame of thy beauty and thy youth,
to seek for love me hither brought:
But when in thee I found no truth,
it was no boot to stay I thought.

Now Im ingagd by word and oath
a servant to anothers will;
Yet for thy sake would forego both,
wouldst thou be sure to love me still.

But what assurance can I have
of thee, who seeing mine abuse,
In that which love desires to crave,
may leave me with a just excuse.

For thou maist say, twas not thy fault,
that thou didst so inconstant prove,
Thou wert by mine example taught
to break thy oath and leave thy love.

No Flora no, I will recal
the former words which I have spoke,
And thou shalt have no cause at all
to hamper me in Cupids yoke.

But since thy humor is to range,
and that thou bearst a wavering mind
Like to the Moon with thee Ile change,
and turn I can with every wind.

Henceforth blind Fancy Ile remove,
and cast all sorrows from my heart:
Young men to dye for doting Love,
I hold it but a foolish part.

Why should I to one love be bound,
and fix my thoughts on none but thee,
When as a thousand may be found,
thats far more fair and fit for me.

Though I am not but a Shepherds Swain,
my minde to me doth comfort bring,
Feeding my Flocks upon the Plain,
I tryumph like a petty King.

No Female Brat shall me deceive,
nor catch me by a crafty wilde?
Though I doe love, yet I can leave,
and will no longer be begilde.

Flora, once more farewell, adew,
I so conclud my passion Song;
To thy next Love see thou proove true,
for thou hast done me double wrong.

The second part, to the same Tune.
Being the Answer of fair Flora to the Shepherds Song:
Wherein she shews that he hath done the wrong.

Fye, Shepherd fie, thou art to blame
to rail against me in this sort:
Thou dost disgrace a Sweet-hearts name,
To give thy Love a false report.

There was a Proverb used of old,
and now I find it is no lye,
One Tale is good till the others told,
she that loves most is least set by.

A brief Description I will tell,
of thy Favor, love and flattery,
And how at first thou didst excell
with cunning tricks and policy.

But Oh that flattering tongue of thine,
and tempting eye sought to intice,
And to insnare the heart of mine,
and bring me in fools Paradise.

When thou at first began to woo,
and with thy skill my patience tryed,
You thought there was no more to do,
But presently get up and ride.

Thou saidst that I was fair and bright,
and fitting for thy Marriage bed,
Thou fedst my fancy with delight,
thinking to have my Maiden-head.

But when thou sawst thou couldst not gain
the Jem that thou desirest to have,
My company thou didst refrain,
like to a false dissembling Knave.

Whereby I answered thus, and said,
to shun the cause of further strife,
I would contain my self a Maid,
till such time I was made a wife.

And since that you my minde have crost,
you may bestow you as you will:
Shepherd, farewell, theres nothing lost
I am resolved to say so still.

Blinde Cupid with his wounding dart
could never make me sorrows feel:
Ile not lay that unto my heart
as others shake off with the heel.

London, Printed for F.G. on Snow-hill.

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