A New Ditty:
Of a Lover, tost hither and th [...]ther,
That cannot speake his mind when they are together.
To the Tune of, Hide Park.
ALas I am in love,
and cannot speake it,
My mind I dare not move,
nor nere can break it,
She doth so farre excell
all and each other,
My mind I cannot tell,
when we are together.
But Ile take heart to me,
I will reveale it,
Ile try her constancy,
Ile not conceale it,
But alas, but alas I doe consider,
I cannot breake my mind,
When &c.
Her loving lookes and smiles,
hath so bewitch't me,
Her vertue me beguiles,
she hath inricht me,
Shée's so faire, shée's so rare,
her due to give her,
Makes me I cannot speake,
when &c.
Our oft frequented iests,
are turn'd to earnest,
In 'thnight I cannot rest,
for loves severenesse,
It hath turn'd, it hath burn'd,
my heart for ever,
Alas I cannot speake,
when &c.
Like to the foolish Flies,
too long I have dallyed
With her bright glistering eyes,
my Fort shee th [...]llied,
That I have scorcht my wings,
and heart for ever,
Alas &c.
Her presence is my ioy,
her want my sadnesse,
When I her face enioy,
I am turn'd to gladnesse,
And wish our company may last for ever▪
but yet I &c.
The second part,
to the same Tune.
I Thinke she loves me well,
but I nere broke it,
I am sure I love her well,
though I nere spoke it,
And my love to her shall prove,
constant for ever,
Although &c.
Suppose she loves me not,
or loves another,
Too much yet care I not,
still I will love her,
And doe vow to be true,
and faithfull for ever,
Although &c.
I will doe the best I can,
Ile strive to please her,
I will doe any thing,
whereby to case her.
Over Sea I will flée,
swimme like Leander,
Before Ile loose her love,
through the world Ile wander.
And Ile doe much more too,
if shée'le command it,
If't be to lose my life,
Ile not gaine stand it,
But alas, but alas,
I doe consider,
I cannot speake my mind▪
when &c.
The more I strive to hide,
the more it flameth,
These paines I cannot bide,
my wits it lameth.
And if it hidden be,
will burne for euer,
Vnlesse I speake my mind,
when &c.
I thinke twere good I tride,
and went to proue her,
And lay all feare aside,
stoutly to moue her,
But when I am going to speake,
my tongue doth quiver,
And will not breake my mind,
when we are together.
Peter Lowberry.
FINIS.
Printed at London for Edward Wright dwelling neere Christs Church gate