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 arriv'd and anchor'd in his arms.
To a new Tune much in Request.
Maid.
HArk Charon come away,
bring forth thy Boat and Oars,
And carry me poor harmless Maid.
unto the Elizium Shoars.
Charon.
Who Charon calls in hast,
whilst I sit here in pain
I carry none but pure and chast
such as true Love hath slain.
I am come dear soul I come,
thy Face doth so incharm me,
Come in my Boat and take thy room,
no wind nor wave shall harm thee,
Maid.
Now I am come in thy Boat,
I am a Maid undone,
Sighing my heart is almost broke
for my Love he is from me gone.
Thus as I pass the shades,
i'le tell you a mouruful tale,
So full of Sighs as we do pass
shall serve us for a gale.
And so beguil'd the time,
i'le sing you a true Loves Song,
Mine eyes shall flow a Sea of tears
to carry the Boat along.
OH what's become of those hard hearts
of a Virgin takes no pitty,
They'r sailing to Virginia parts,
where Neptune hat built a City.
O Cupid hath wounded me,
and hath pierc'd my tender heart,
To call for one whom I lov'd so dear,
who cares but little for't.
Thus in the shades below,
we'l waste the tedious hours,
No gust of winds, but sights shall blow,
the Boat with Charons Oars.
His Answer.
Stay gentle Charon stay
and let thy Boat alone,
Row not the harmless Maid away,
thats sits and makes her moan.
For she that calls so fast,
and sights so at thy stay,
A Virgin is as pure and chast,
as e'ce true Love did stay.
She's no dear soul for thee,
let not her face incharm thee,
Though room within thy Boat there be
her beauty there may harm thee.
O fair one, if you go;
i'me more undone than you,
My heart doth equal sorrow know,
and still my Love is true.
The shades you must not pass,
nor mournful stories tell
Instead of sighing gales, alas!
a kiss will do as well.
You'd better stay a shore,
and sing us a true Loves Song,
It is enough, we need no more
to carry his Boat along.
No heart so hard I know,
but would gladly ease your pain,
Else heart let him to Virginia go,
and never return again.
If Cupid hath wounded you,
he had wounded me before,
If you love as you say you do,
I love you as much or more.
In Beds of softest Down,
wee'l spend the short liv'd nights,
No gust of Wind or sight shall drown
the current of our delights.
Maid.
Come gentle Charon come,
and me to shoar remove,
The wind dispairing sight did blow,
shall waft me unto Love.
How slow the Boats-man stears,
if he no faster ply,
My Love to rid me of my fears,
shall lend me his wings to flye,
To thee dear Love I float,
finding thee just and true
And bid to Charon and his Boat,
eternally adieu.
Make haste, make hast my Dear,
for if thou longer stay,
Thorough the floods without all fears,
my Arms shall make their way.
Welcome my Love to shoar
I'le keep thee from all harms,
And thou shalt ride for evermore
at Anchor in my arms.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Goden Ball in Pye-Corner.