Love's Solace; OR  
The true lover's part,  
& in his conclusion he shows his constant heart.  
He still doth praise her for her beauty rare,  
And says there's none with her that can compare.  
To a new Court tune called the Damask Rose.  

 

THe Damask Rose nor Lily fair,  
the Cowslip nor the Pancy,  
With my true Love cannot compare,  
for beauty love and fancy,  
She doth excel the rarest Dame,  
in all the world that may be,  
Which makes me thus extol her fame,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

If I should speak of my true Love,  
as I am bound in dnty;  
She doth surpass the god's aboue,  
in each degree for beauty,  
juno, Pallas, nor Venus' fair,  
shine not so bright and lovely,  
there's none with her that may compare,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

When first I saw her peerless face,  
I did admire her beauty,  
And I did seek with heart and voice,  
to offer her all duty,  
Which willingly she did accept,  
so kind and loving was she,  
Which makes me thus with all respect,  
say sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

Mars though he be the god of war,  
could not so deeply wound me,  
As Cupi● with a little scar,  
which I have plainly shown you,  
Boreas with all his blustering storms,  
never pierced so sorely:  
Cupid's Arrows prick like thorns,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

For her sweet sake I'll undertake,  
any thing she requireth,  
To sail the Seas like Captain Drake,  
whose deeds there's some admireth  
What ever she commands is done,  
so much her love doth move me,  
She is a precious Paragon,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

Bright Cynthia in her rich Robes,  
my Love doth much resemble,  
whose beauteous beams such rares affords  
that makes my heart to tremble,  
Yet is the Saint so chaste so rare,  
which unto fancy moves me,  
And makes my joys without compare,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

Diana and her Darlings dear,  
that lived in woods and valleys:  
And spent her time so chaste and rare,  
she with no mankind dallies:  
Yet is she not more chaste than my Love,  
I hope none can disprove me,  
O no my mind shall ne'er remove,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

Sweet Love adieu I pray be true,  
and think of what is spoken,  
Change not thy old friend for a new,  
let not thy vow he broken,  
Sweet Love I leave thee for this time,  
for so it doth behoove me,  
But still my heart doth me combine,  
to say sweet is the Lass that loves me.    

The second part, To the same Tune.  
The Maidens kind answer wherein she doth agree,  
That he shall be her Love, and none but only he.  
 

MY love, my life, my duck my dear,  
now will I yield unto thee,  
All thou hast said I well did hear,  
and now thy words doth move me,  
For to reply in answer kind,  
and so thyself shall prove me,  
I will not change like to the wind,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves thee.   

Be thou my lovely Pyramus,  
I'll be thy constant Thysbe,  
And I am now resolved thus,  
never to displease thee.  
True love surpasseth Croesus' goal,  
'tis not thy wealth that moves me,  
Hereafter let my love be bold,  
and say sweet is the Lass that loves me.   

I'll prove as chaste unto my Love,  
as ever could be any,  
No fond enticements me shall move,  
although I am urged to many,  
I will endure for ever kind,  
as it doth best behoove me,  
A truer Mate thou shalt not find,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves thee.   

My daily care shall always be,  
only for to delight thee,  
And I myself still will be she  
that shall with joys unite thee,  
I will shine bright at noon and night,  
if I may so content thee,  
Like Cynthia I will shine bright,  
unto the Lad that loves me.   

Do not despair my only dear,  
let not vain thoughts torment thee,  
Of my true heart have thou no fear,  
nor do not thou absent me,  
I will remain for ever sure,  
though I a while did prove thee,  
Till death depart I'll thine endure,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves thee.   

No gold nor gain shall me obtain,  
to fancy any other,  
All those that seek my Love to gain,  
their wishes I do smother,  
I answer them unto their kind,  
for so it doth behoove me,  
I will not change like to the wind,  
so sweet is the Lass that loves thee.   

So Love adieu I pray be true,  
I am thine own for ever,  
The next time that I meet with you,  
we'll not so soon dissever,  
Although we part I leave my heart,  
with him that dear loves me,  
'tis Hymen's bands must ease my smart,  
and I am the Lass that loves thee.   

O my sweet love and only dear,  
thou hast renewed my pleasure,  
Thou in my sight dost more appear  
than any earthly treasure;  
I do rejoice much in my choice,  
and so it doth behoove me,  
I'll sing thy praise with heart and voice.  
so sweet is the Lass that loves me.    
M. P.  
FINIS.   

London Printed for Francis Grove, on Snow-hill.