The healing Balsam of a true Lover.  
While Phillis seemed to be strange,  
Her love was almost mad,  
But when he found a sudden change,  
It made his heart full glad  
Tune of, Amoretta and Phillis.  
 

PHillis my wounded hearts delight  
doth triumph o'er my soul,  
When she is gone out of my sight  
I by myself condole,  
No comfort then at all I find  
when absent she's from me,  
I chide the wood's cause they're unkind  
and rail at every tree.   

I wander through the shady woods  
thinking my love to find,  
I threaten then the sliding floods  
and quarrel with each Wind.  
The Lark that do so early rise  
I asked if her she see,  
But nothing she to me replies  
but makes a song of me.   

My passion she doth strongly mock  
laughs at what I endure,  
And strait I leave my wand'ring flock  
in hopes to find a cure.  
Quite through the plains I rudely walk  
like one bereft of wit,  
And as unto myself I talk  
I fall into a fit.   

Strange sights methinks I then do see  
which trouble me full sore,  
If once I could again get free  
I ne'er would love her more,  
But th●●e's no hopes for me at all  
my liberty to gain,  
Nor e'●e to get out of this thrall  
poor love sick helpless Swain.   

YOu happy shepherds that are free  
pray keep so if you can,  
And take a pattern now by me  
a poor distressed man.  
Love is a base and cruel cheat  
and robs men of their rest,  
Composed of nothing but deceit  
while free men they are blest.   

Phillis was false yet seemed kind  
and caught me in a snare,  
Now she bewrays her faithless mind  
I mourn beneath despair.  
O Cupid thou deceitful boy  
let lose a helpless swain,  
Deprived of his bliss and joy  
and tossed in Seas of pain.   

Cease, Cease my dear do not complain  
bl●me not blind Cupid's dart,  
For I will ease thee of thy pain  
and ease thy love sick heart.  
What love did cause thee to endure  
I grieve to think thereon,  
Thou art the man i'll thee assure  
that I do dote upon.   

To thee I seemed strange because  
i'd have thee fond of me,  
And teach thee tricks in Cupid's laws  
I thought were strange to thee.  
But now I find thou dost acquaint  
thyself with such like things,  
I can●t endure to hear complaint  
thou shalt taste of love's springs.   

The Balsam of my lips i'll lay  
upon my bleeding wound,  
Shall cause thy pain to pass away  
and shalt soon be sound.  
Come take a kiss from thy dear heart  
my love I can't express,  
And when thou feelest no more of smart  
count it a happiness.   

How many lovers have been lost  
wanting a salve like mine,  
And in the world been strangely crossed  
yet by the power divine.  
I'm sent to heal thy bleeding breast  
and ease thee of thy sore.  
For which I hope I shall be blest  
and happy evermore.    

Printed for F. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright J. Clark. W. Thackery and T. Passenger.