A new way of Hunting: Or, the hunting of the wild Boar: Being a compendious Dialogue between two Lovers,
To the Tune of, Draw the Curtaines.
FAire Fidelia, tempt no more,
By no meanes I thy person will adore,
Nor offer to thy shrine,
The Gods do me injoyne
To spend my time in hunting of the Bore.
[...]arke, I heare she Huntsman hollow,
To invite
To this fight
Warlike Mars and bright Apollo
The bugle horne do blow,
The Foresters all a row
Are ready prest
And bravely drest
Along with them to goe.
Fair Fidelia take a kisse.
And at my next return be sure of this,
Thou shalt well approve
I do thée dearly love,
Pray pardon at this time what is amisse,
I must leave thée for a space,
Else to chuse
And to lose
A more honourable place,
Farewell Cupid's Court,
Welcome Hunters sport:
Now will I
My fortunes try
here gallants do resort.
Faire Fidelia take this Ring,
Keep it in token of a better thing,
I am parting from thée,
Sweet heart thinke upon me,
Loves conceits do sweet contentments long.
When thou seest me mounted brave
On my Steed,
That indeed
Is the thing that I would have,
Let the wild Boar be ware,
And savage Beare take care,
I make no doubt
To root them out
When I approach them near,
Lusty Rurals of the North
Are now prepar'd and ready to march forth,
Thundering eccho's sounding,
Hills and dales rebdunding
Hounds and huntsmen of couragious [...]
Now the Stars give light again,
Which before
Did adore
And support great Charles his [...]
Since those sports I minde,
I'll not stay behind,
Let day or Night
Be darke or light,
At length I shall them finde.
Her Answer, The second part,
To the same Tune.
DEarest Love be not unkind,
To part with me and leave me here behind,
Whilest that thou art wanting,
My heart will break with panting,
Never a minutes comfort shall I finde,
The wild Boar and savage Bear,
I do feare,
Will thée teare
When thou in their sight appeared
If that they do not misse,
Serpents they will hiss,
Then never to me,
But stay at home
And change the other kiss.
In the Forest there are more
That seek thy full, besides the ugly Boar;
There's the stinging Vipers
There's the poysoning Spiders,
There are Nilus Crocodils great store.
There are Dragons whose strong breath
In an hour
Will devoure,
And betray thée unto death:
Rather then do so,
I pray thée do not go:
Stay hear and try
A victory
With me thy friendly foe.
In the stead of Forests strong,
I'le finde a fitter Cops for thée to range;
Hore stands a pleasant Bed,
soft Pillows for thy head,
Where thou and I will swéet encounters change:
Now hunt and do not spare.
Venus game
Is the same
Will redound unto thy share;
Try me as thou wilt,
Prove thy chiefest skill,
Do thou thy best
I'll do the rest
And to be for thee still.
Take thy Ring and Kisse again
For every one thou giv'st i'll give thée ten,
Vse thou no deniall:
Put me to the triall,
Beauteous Maides doth love couragious men,
Gentle Cupid bend thy bow,
Shoot a dart
at his heart,
That the Hunters all may know,
That he is mine by right,
My joy and hearts delight
'Tis better still
With me to bill,
Then with the Boar to fight.
London Printed for Francis Grove on Snow Hill. And Entered according to Order.