A pair of Turtle Doves, Or,  
A dainty new Scotch Dialogue between a youngman and his Mistress, both correspondent in affection, &c.  
To a pretty pleasant tune, called the absence of my Mistress, or I live not where I love.  

 Youngman. 
Must the absence of my Mistress  
gar me be thus discontent,  
As thus to leave me in distress,  
and with languor to lament:  
Nothing earthly shall divorce me  
from my déerest, but disdain,  
Nor no fortune shall enforce me,  
from my fairest to refrain.  
O my dearest,  
My heart nearest:  
When shall I so happy be  
To embrace thee,  
And to place thee,  
Where thou neré Mayst part from me.  Maid. 
Since my absence doth so grieve thee,  
it doth wound me to the heart:  
If my presence could relieve thee,  
I would play a loyal part:  
But I prithee be contented,  
sith the Fates will have it so,  
Though our meeting be prevented,  
thou my constancy shalt know.  
O my sweetest,  
The completest  
Man alive in my conceit,  
Lady Fortune  
I'll importune,  
soon to make our joys complete.  Youngman. 
Since thy absence doth conjure me  
with perplexity and pain,  
What would thy presence then allure me,  
for to see thee once again:  
As thy absence sends such sadness  
that it scarcely can be told:  
So thy presence yieldeth gladness,  
to all eyes that thee behold.  
O my dearest, &c.  Maid. 
What reward then shall I render,  
to him that me doth so respect,  
But my constancy to tender,  
With like favour to effect:  
And since thy love to me is fervent,  
so my heart shall be to thee,  
And as thou provest my loyal servant,  
thy true Mistress I will be,  
O my sweetest,  
The completest  
Man alive in my conceit,  
Lady Fortune  
I'll importune,  
soon to make our joys complate.  Youngman. 
Then my love, my dove, my fairest,  
sith I may repose such trust,  
In my heart thou only sharest,  
none else crave a portion must:  
Thou hast settled thy affection  
Upon me and none beside,  
And I of thee have made election,  
thou alone shalt be my Bride.  
Come my dearest,  
My heart nearest,  
When shall I so happy be,  
To embrace thee,  
And to place thee,  
Where thou ne'er Mayst part from me.  Maid. 
My heart's joy, more sweet than honey,  
or the odoriferous rose,  
I have laid such hold upon thee,  
as the world can ne'er unlose  
The Gordian knot, which though as yet  
is not by Hymen tied fast,  
Yet heaven knows my heart is set  
on thee my choice, while breath doth last.  
Come my sweetest, &c.   

The second part  
To the same tune.  
 Youngman. 
When Hyperion doth for ever  
from the sky obscure his rays,  
When bright Luna (constant never)  
Leaves to sever nights from days:  
When the Sea doth cease from running,  
when all thus change preposterously,  
Then that firm vow which I once made,  
(and not till then) I'll break with thee.  
Come my dearest,  
My heart nearest,  
When shall I so happy be,  
To embrace thee,  
And to place thee,  
Where thou ne'er Mayst part from me.  Maid. 
When rich miser's throw their money  
in the streets, and hoard up stones,  
When my father's nag so bonny,  
Leaves good hay to pick dry bones:  
And when the dog conform to that,  
doth change his food for Oates and hay,  
Then shall my oath be out of dale,  
or else last till my dying day.  
Come my sweetest,  
The completest  
Man alive in my conceit,  
Lady Fortune,  
I'll importune,  
soon to make our joys complete.  Youngman. 
When the buck, the Hare, or coney  
Do pursue the dog to death,  
When a rock so hard and stony,  
can dissolved be with man's breath:  
When furtles make a second choosing,  
then will I a new love seek,  
Till then all but thee refusing,  
though I might change every week.  
Come my dearest, &c.  Maid. 
When both toads, with snakes and adders,  
Breed upon the Irish ground,  
When men scale the sky with Ladders,  
when two Phoenixes are found:  
When the Goose the For doth follow,  
or seek to hunt him forth his den,  
Or swine in dirt refuse to wallow,  
I'll not forsake my love till then.  
Come my sweetest, &c.  Youngman. 
Then sweet love sith both agree thus,  
Having hearts reciprocal,  
Long I hope we shall not be thus  
barred from the principal  
Of all our joy, which is blessed marriage,  
Hymen haste to knit the knot,  
I'th' mean time our constant carriage,  
will i'th' world ne'er be forgot.  
Come my dearest,  
My heart nearest,  
When shall I so happy be,  
To embrace thee▪  
And to place thee,  
Where thou ne'er Mayst part from me.   
Martin Parker.  
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Thomas Lambert, at the sign of the Horse- shoe in Smithfield.