The Goddesses Glory: OR, THE Loyal Lover Wounded By their splended Beauty.  
To the Tune of, Walking beneath the Shades.  

This may be Printed,  
R. P.   
 
 

I.  
WHen the soft winds did blow  
in the fair flourishing Spring,  
Where silver Streams did flow,  
and the sweet small Birds did sing:  
The Hills Enamell'd were,  
With fragrant Flowers fair,  
pleasant and gay:  
Through shades and groves I went,  
Then with a full intent  
to gather May.   

II.  
A pleasant Flowery plain,  
at length I there did espy,  
Where a young Female Train,  
made a most sweet harmony;  
On Lutes they played and sung,  
Which were most sweetly strung,  
all the long Day,  
The which did charm me so,  
That I forgot to go  
to gather May.   

III.  
Clorona she was there,  
whom the young Swains do adore,  
And Floramella fair,  
with many youthful Nymphs more;  
The one for Beauty bright,  
Cast such a splendid light,  
outshined the day,  
I asked who she might be,  
Strait it was told to me,  
the Queen of May.   

IV.  
There was none could compare  
with her among all the rest:  
The Tresses of her Hair  
shaded her white snowy Breast:  
Long did I stand and gaze,  
Words cannot speak her praise,  
being so gay;  
Then I thought in my mind,  
That I should never find  
more sweeter May.   

V.  
The Harmony they made,  
my yielding Fancy did move;  
So that I was betrayed  
in the sweet Raptures of love:  
Their Voices soft and sweet,  
Did with their Music meet,  
as they did play;  
Thought I, I'd rather be,  
In their sweet Company,  
than gather May.   

VI  
No man felt greater smart  
than I, in all the whole Earth,  
Being denied a part  
in their sweet innocent Mirth:  
The Nymph that wounded me,  
Would not to that agree,  
but said me nay;  
Fair Flora was her name;  
I wished I ne'er had came  
to gather May.   

VII.  
They were Arrayed in white,  
with their fine Kerchers of Lawn;  
But e'er the gloomy Night,  
her sable Curtains had drawn,  
Homeward they did repair,  
And left me Wounded there,  
where I did stay,  
Being perplexed in mind,  
Knowing not where to find  
the Queen of May.   
FINIS.   

Printed for I. Deacon at the Angel in Gilt-Spur-street, without Newgate.