Love Unvaild,
Or, The Coy Lady Over-come at last.
This lively Gallant having time and leisure,
Did Court the Lady to Injoy his pleasure;
But she seemed coy, and would not moved be,
Unto his loving suit for to agree:
Till at the length, Love pleading without fee,
She did resign up all immediately.
To a Rare New Tune, Or, The French Minnim.
With Allowance.
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DOwn in a Valley where Nymphs are a playing,
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and the Young Shepherds are tending their Sheep,
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Carefully keeping their Flocks without Straying,
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after a Dream in a slumbring sleep:
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I spyd two Lovers just at their first meeting,
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who seemed fearful least they should be seen,
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Kindly Imbracing, and lovely greeting,
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as hand, in hand, they past over the green.
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A proper young Stripling the Youth he was truely,
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clad in Rich Clothing most seemly to see,
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Though he was troubled with passions unruly,
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Ruddy Complexiond, and Comely was he:
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Of a fine Carriage, and loving Behaviour,
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scarce such another there was to be found;
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One that in Love was not subject to waver,
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though the blind Archer had given him a Wound.
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The Maid she was bonny, of beauty most bright,
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and like to Diana was cloathed in green;
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He needs must be frozen that could not delight,
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in such a Girls Company for to be seen:
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With Amorous Glances she lookt on her Lover,
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yet she did modestly blush the same time,
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Which made him more willing his mind to discover,
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fearing his silence was counted a crime.
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Now my own Dearest, since tis our good fortune,
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here for to meet at this time, in this place,
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Let me no longer thy Favour importune,
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but let us freely and kindly imbrace:
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Cupid will smile, and Dame Venus look chearful,
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for to behold us in love to agree,
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Therefore my Honey thou needst not be fearful,
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but on this Hillock come sit down by me.
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Oh! quoth the Maiden, and blusht at the motion,
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there may be danger in coming too nigh,
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Love though tis sweet, may be termed a potion,
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bitter inth end, though its fair to the eye;
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Therefore excuse me I fear to be taken,
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least at the last I be left in the lurch,
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For many a Girl hath been basely forsaken,
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being just ready to go to the Church.
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The second Part, To the same Tune.
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Be not so fearful my dear but sit by me,
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for why unto thee I vow and protest,
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I cannot live if thou seem to deny me,
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since of all others I fancy thee best:
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Make no delay, for in Love it is adious,
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at thy command I will ever remain,
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Seeing the time, and the place are comodious,
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who from such pleasant delight can refrain?
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Thy pritty body so neat and so slender,
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hath Captivated my heart and my eye,
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That love, for love, you are bound for to render,
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take pitty on me or else I shall dye:
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Do not delight to be cruel and froward,
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for by this kiss I will ever be thine;
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He that fair Lady wins, must be no Coward,
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make no demur but agree to be mine.
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O (quoth the Virgin) how I am devided,
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being orecome by your person and charms;
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Honour must yield, when by love it is guided,
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now could I freely flye into thy arms:
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For to be real, my love and affection,
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hath made me onely at thy own command:
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Cupid hath brought my heart into subjection,
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I can no longer your Batteries withstand.
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Then (quoth her Lover) since we are concluded,
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let us resolve to make use of our time,
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We will no longer by fears be deluded
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but take delight, whilst our love is in prime:
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For when old age doth come, feeble and crazy,
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then to our pleasures we must bid adieu;
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Therefore in youth let us never be Lazy,
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for the time past we can never renew.
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Into a pleasant Grove then they retired,
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where none could see them their loves to molest,
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She being free to do what he desired,
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under a Mirtle they sat down to rest:
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Where they did pass away time at their pleasure,
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yeilding each other, true joy and content;
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And afterwards they walk home at their leisure,
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having no cause of their time to repent.
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