The Doubting Virgin's Satisfaction: OR, The Maids Answer.  

She who was possessed with fear,  
is now eased of her Doubt;  
And she her Sweetheart loves so dear,  
she can't live him without.   
To the Tune of, The Reprieved Captive; Or, The doubting Virgin.  
 

DEarest know I do not slight thee,  
for my Love is firm and true,  
My desire is to delight thee,  
i'll be constant unto you:  
Do not fear me, Love, but hear me,  
and believe my constancy,  
In me put trust, I will be just,  
I scorn to tell my Love a lie.   

Some young men may be deceitful,  
but do not blame all for a few,  
To be false to me is hateful,  
you shall not find me untrue:   
 

But I will strive whilst I'm alive,  
to imitate the constant dove,  
Thou shalt find, me ever kind,  
to thee my joy and dearest Love.   

It would be to me a wonder,  
if that thee and I should part,  
And would surely break in sunder,  
the tender strings of my poor heart:  
But I desire, to admire,  
the radiant beams of thy fair eye;  
Which pierce my breast, & spoil my rest,  
O grant me Love or else I die.   
 

In my eyes thou art a jewel,  
far more precious than pure Gold,  
If thou dost to me prove cruel,  
my warm blood will soon be cold:  
Then shall I, assuredly,  
be laid into my silent grave,  
'Tis you that can, preserve a man,  
then kill me not whom you can save.   

What is in my lines asserted,  
nothing is but perfect truth,  
Never shall be controverted,  
pray believe a faithful youth:  
And if I lie, I wish to die,  
than never doubt what I do speak,  
For if you do, you'll find it true,  
that for your love my heart will break.   

The Maids kind Answer.  

I Would put it to the trial,  
if I thought your Love were pure,  
And you would be true and Loyal,  
falseness I cannot endure,  
But yet indeed, my heart doth bleed,  
to hear you make such sad complaint  
And now I find, I am inclined,  
to love you by a mean constraint.   

Then what Love you have professed,  
and declared unto me,  
Be but true 'twill make you blessed,  
all your life you'll happy be,  
But yet my fear, begets a care,  
by me cannot well be expressed,  
Be true to me, and thou shalt see,  
I'll take a Lodging in thy breast.   

And we quickly will be married,  
to complete true Lover's bliss,  
There shall nothing be miscarried,  
come we'll bind it with a kiss:  
Embraces then, they changed again,  
and more and more both proved kind,  
So they at last, were linked fast.  
you Lovers all my ditty mind.   

You that oft make great pretences,  
if you prove not just and true,  
You will find that great offences,  
will imputed be to you:  
But you'll be blest, and live at rest,  
and when you die depart in peace,  
While some that prove, unjust in Love,  
shall meet with pains that never cease.   

Then let me in Love advise you,  
to be constant unto death,  
For you know death will surprise you,  
and will stop each mortals breath:  
Then live and be, from dangers free,  
entail a Blessing while you may,  
Be sure you prove, so sure in Love,  
'tmay be your own another day.    
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Harp near the Bare-Tavern in Pie-corner.