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EBBA 35442

Houghton Library - Hazlitt EC65
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the two Honest LOVERS.
Shewing what unconstant men there be,
that use Deceit and Fattery;
they'll cog, dissemble, swear and lie,
A harmless Maidens Life to try;
to all such Lovers she'll be coy,
And says, My freedom's all my joy.
To the tune of, I am a poor and harmless maid, etc.

IO a melancholly passion I
was walking by a riverside,
A gallant damosel I did spy,
a lute she had lay by her side,
Which up she took and did sing and play,
That in her freedom was all her joy,
O in my freedam's all my joy.

I stept aside, because I'd hear
the full conclusion of her song,
Her musick ravish'd so mine ear,
as on the ground I lay along,
Then did she sweetly play,
O in my freedom's all my joy.

I am a young and harmless maid,
and some are pleas'd to stile me fair,
There's no man yet hath Ambush laid,
to catch me, but I broke the snare;
What though they count me nice & coy,
Yet in my freedom's all my joy.

Most young men have alluring words,
poor silly Maidens to betray,
Such complements they can afford,
that we can hardly say them nay:
But let them term me nice and coy,
O in my freedom's all my joy.

With oaths and protestations great,
sometimes they seek to try their skill,
When all the while they mean deceit,
for to obtain their wanton will:
And seek their utmost to destroy,
Our utmost and our chiefest joy,

With amorous words and speeches fair,
they'll promise that they ne'r will do,
But of such youngsters i'll beware,
for fear I afterwards should rue:
What though they count me nice & coy,
Yet in my freedom's all my joy,
Yet in my freedom's all my joy.

Alluring baits also they have,
as silver bodkins, gloves, and rings,
With girdles, scarves, & jewels brave,
and many other costly things:
But those silver hooks shall ne'r destroy,
For in my freedom's all my joy.

Whatsoever they give, talk, or say,
i'll ne'r believe them e'er the more,
their smoothing words shall not me betray
I'll stand to what I said before,
Although they count me nice & coy, etc.

Yet I could quickly be in love,
if I an honest man could find,
That would once true & constant prove,
and not be wavering like the wind;
A little time I will be coy, etc.

Here in this second part you'll find,
a husband pleasing to her mind;
this vertuous maid hath one obtain'd,
though long, at last her love has gain'd,
She saith her husband she'll obey,
And in his love shall be her joy.

And thus she did conclude her Song,
which having done, I up did rise,
my heart was struck with love so strong
her beauty dazled botq mine eyes,
My freedom then she did destroy,
For in her love was all my joy.

When she espy'd me where I was,
she rose and would no longer stay,
I stept unto then, because
my heart she bore with her away:
Fair maid, said I, do not destroy
My freedom and my chiefest joy.

She blushing, then to me did say,
I do desire no company.
Fair Maid, said I, O say not nay,
to him that means no flattery:
You have my heart, O be not coy,
In you is all my earthly joy.

Sweet-heart said I; few words I use,
but what I speak is from my heart,
I scorn your vertue to abuse,
then grant me love e'er I depart,
Your freedom I will not destroy,
For in your love is all my joy.

With that she took me by the hand,
and led up by the riverside,
If that you true and constant prove,
quoth she, perhaps I'll be your bride
Then on her lute did siing and play,
Be constant and i'll be thy joy.

I then made bold to crave a kiss,
which modestly she to me gave,
I took it for a heavenly bliss,
her comely gesture was so brave:
I thought it long to see the day,
Wherein I might my love enjoy.

But to conclude, we married were,
I have obtain'd a vertuous wife;
And at last I brought to pass,
what she to others had deny'd:
Although at first she seemed coy,
She calls me now her only joy.

Young men & maids wheree'er you be,
that hear this song, i'd wish you learn
A pattern by our civility,
then lovers true you may discern,
For them that seek for to destroy,
Your freedom, etc.

Vertue beyond all beauty goes,
but he that gains them both is rare,
Only for wealth let no man chose,
for constant love is void of care;
A Vertuous wife will ne'r destroy
Your freedom, but will be your joy.

Printed by and for A. Milbourn, and
sold by the Booksellers of London.

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