A Pattern of LOVE; OR, The Faithful Lovers well met.

Here's Love for Love you may behold,
And true love better is than Gold:
For if my Song you well do mind,
Patterns of true love here you'l find
To the Tune of, The Cannons Rore.

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R. P.
COme and help me to complain,
Er'e my heart doth break with pain,
My love unkind doth me disdain,
which doth increase my passion,
His person it is so compleat,
All Females do delight to see't
And stand amaz'd when him they meet,
the flower of all the Nation.
He is so rare in every part,
So full of vertue and desert,
That he did quickly win my heart,
and made such alteration:
That all my comforts soon were gon
And him alone I doted on;
[...]ea night and day I think upon
the flower of all the Nation.
Thus languishing in Bed all night,
And thinking on my hearts delight,
As if he had been in my sight
such was Loves operation;
I wrung my hands and tore my hair,
And almost fell into dispair,
Because my dearest was not there,
the flower of all the Nation.
I often stretched forth my arms,
And with a kind of seeming Charms,
I strove to keep him from all harms,
by Cupids strong perswasion;
Then in a moment I did cry,
O come my Love, or else I dye,
Wanting thy precious company,
I love best in the Nation.
For while she made this grievous moan,
For her beloved dearest one,
He was hard by, to her unknown,
and near her kept his station;
At last he blushing to her came,
Which set the Damsel on a flame,
'Cause she against him did Exclaim,
she lov'd best in the Nation.
Don't complain, my dearest dear,
For I thy hearts delight, am here,
And come to banish all thy fear,
then do no more torment thee;
For I will work both night and day,
To keep my true love fine and gay,
Then all the world will surely say,
I strive for to content thee.
Nothing shall be too dear for thee,
If it for Gold may purchas'd be,
For since thou hast made choice of me,
thou need'st not to repent thee;
Thy Beauty I most highly praise,
I will be kind to thee always,
And thou shalt see brave Golden days,
let this my love, content thee.
And wheresoever I do go,
The world shall all thy Vertues know,
And i'le set forth thy praises so,
that nothing shall torment thee;
I'le write Encomiums on thy Name,
And spread them on the Wings of fame,
Then do no more thy true love blame;
that strives for to content thee.
I'le truly keep my Nuptial Vows,
As Law and Reason both allows,
And be so careful of my Spouse,
that nothing shall torment thee;
I'le feast mine eyes with thy dear sight;
And in thy company delight,
Yea, never leave thee day nor night,
my Dear let this content thee.
Vnto the Church straightway we'l go,
And to the world will plainly show,
The faithful love to thee I owe,
then do not thou torment thee;
According to thy just Desert,
I'le change with thee my love-sick heart,
Till cruel death our loves shall part,
my Dear let this content thee.


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