The lover's delight! OR, A pleasant pastoral Sonnet To a new Court Tune.  


 
COme love, let's walk into the spring,  
where we will hear the blackbird sing;  
〈◊〉 Robin redbreast, and the Thrush,  
the nightingale on thorny bush,  
Their music sweetly Carcowling,  
that to my love Content may bring.   

In yonder dale there are sweet flowers,  
with many pleasant shady bowers;  
●●●●ling brook with silver streams,  
all beautified with Phoebus' beams:  
I stood behind a tree for fear,  
To see Dyana bathe her there.   

〈◊〉 where the nymph, with all her train  
comes tripping o'er the pack a main:  
In yonder grove there will they stay  
at barley-break to sport and play:  
Where we will sit us down and see  
Fair beauty mixed with chastity.   

The ●uthfull shepherd with delight  
Will tune a pleasant o●ten pipe:  
〈…〉 with heavenly note  
will stretch and strain her vary throat;  
〈…〉 and clear their nymphs will sing  
that hills and valleys all will ring.   

The shepherd Stephan with his friend  
the faithful Elayes will attend  
My play before the Queen, to prove  
who best deserves Urania's love:  
A most strange sight there shall you see  
Rivals of love and amity.   

Menalcas and Amyntas young,  
brave Coridon, and Thersis strong  
Your minds would unto pleasure move  
to have them plead for Phillis love:  
Judge of these triumphs who shall be  
but the fair Queen of chastity?   

Under the shade of yonder pine  
you see a royal throne divine  
Prepared for the judge to sit,  
the Queen of beauty and of wit,  
Wise Pallas in her Majesty  
the pavid judge is chose to be.   

The Queen of love is banished there  
For fear that Phoebe take offence;  
Her wanton son must not come there,  
nor Cylharea once appear:  
It grieves my heart to think that she  
from this aspect exempt must be.   

For if the Queen of love should spy  
the splendour of thy heavenly eye,  
She should persuade her winged son  
to wound thy heart as he hath done.  
My silly breast with dread and fear,  
but O the chaince, she is not here.   

See where the wood-Nimphs ranked do stand  
with each a garland in her hand,  
Compact of mix and sweet bays;  
for who deserved the chiefest praise  
In pleading of their passions here,  
the laurel crown away must bear.   

Upon this 〈◊〉 of violets blew  
a seat most 〈◊〉 for lovers true:  
Here may we sit us down and see  
love triumph is his Majesty:  
By the sweet 〈◊〉 that are sung,  
We shall 〈◊〉, who suffered wrong.   

But stay, the judges comes to sit,  
the 〈◊〉 of chastity and wit:  
The 〈…〉 all are ready here  
in comely habits to appear.  
All wrongs here righted we shall see  
by the fair Queen of chastity.    

The second part, To the same tune.  

 
SWeet heart come tell me whose soft lays  
in your conceit deserves most praise?  
Or who did set forth passions best?  
how Cupid wounded his breast  
I know you had noted all that's past,  
from the first m●● unto the last.   

Me thought it great content did bring,  
to hear the shepherd's carrowling,  
To crown Cilra●●, made her choice,  
Menalcas for his 〈◊〉 voice;  
Which glory did small pleasure move,  
since Coridon had Phillis love.   

To wrestle and throw bars of length;  
all men gave place to Thersis strength:  
His steadfast footing none could move,  
yet for all this he lost his love  
No strength or harmony of voice  
could Phillis move to make her choice.   

If it had rested in my power,  
there to have chose a paramour:  
He whom I thought deserved most grace,  
was young Amyntas; whose sweet face,  
And nimble feet could not be matched.  
the Deities I fear were catched.   

Did you not note how Pallas swore  
the like she never saw before?  
Had Meleager made such haste,  
Athlanta had the wager lost:  
In token of deserved praise,  
she crowned him with lasting bays.   

Then Phoebe unto Phillis said,  
to make thy choice be not afraid,  
For if I were the nymph to choose,  
Amyntas I would not refuse:  
But all in vain they did exhort,  
for Corydon had Phillis heart   

Both Pallas and Diana chaste,  
did almost strain with breathless haste:  
Who could their praises farther heap,  
on young Amyntas and his sheep,  
His person, gesture, and his grace  
they did applaud, and his sweet face.   

But tell me love the reason, why  
〈◊〉 Phillis with the crystal eye,  
Did all the youthful swains refuse,  
and Corydon a love did choose?  
Since they in beauty did excel,  
and for each praise did hear the bell.   

It seems the beauty of the mind,  
did in this case strike Phillis blind:  
His eloquence of tongue and wit,  
in place whereas the judge did sit  
Was his chief gain, and their foul loss,  
Ulysses so had Ajax cross.   

But one thing much doth make me muse,  
why sweet Urania did refuse,  
Her two beloved Ryvalls there?  
in whom such friendship did appear,  
That still they wiled her with one voice,  
in friendly wise to make her choice.   

How prettily they laid the ground,  
how she at first their heart did wound,  
When she by them her neat did keep,  
and leaving the man half a sleep,  
Her bird out of her pocket run,  
and unto Strephans' hand did come.   

The pretty neatresse did awake.  
Hearing her fluttering bird escape,  
And unto Strephans' hand did hie,  
he did restore immediately  
Her bird, and eke his heart she got,  
and in her snow white bosom put.   

The silly bird but for his love  
his passions could in no ways move.  
〈◊〉 for himself nor his true friend,  
as it appeared in the end,  
That neither party should grow wroth,  
She most unkind refused them both.   

And now me thinks the sun grows low.  
If you be 〈◊〉, your friends will know  
〈◊〉 you and I have been alone,  
which to 〈…〉 bring you home,  
To part it is a second hell,  
loath to depart 〈…〉 farewell.   
FINIS.    

Printed at London for Francis Coules.