The true pattern of constancy: or, The loyal lovers joys compleated. When young-men find their love's unkind, they then impatient grow, but when their grief do's find relief, it expiates their woe. To an excellent new tune: or, Farewell the flower of false deceit, &c. This may be printed, R.P.

Abstract

Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Farewell thou flower of false deceit ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library.