The jealous Lover satisfied.  

All you that do to love pretend,  
Come lend an ear unto my song,  
And say no more than you intent,  
For therein you yourselves do wrong.   
Tune of, The gallant Youth of Gravesend.  
 
 
 

THere was in Bristol City fair  
a Maiden of a good degree,  
To whom a youngman did repair  
and courted her most gallantly:  
These were the words to her he said,  
Sweet if thou dost my suit deny  
I am undone, for i'm afraid  
my heart will break, and I shall die.   

Youngmen are now so subtle grown  
and play their parts so cunningly,  
We Maids had better lie alone.  
than covet for your company.  
Yet if I thought you would be true,  
as now you do pretend to me,  
A single life i'd bid adieu,  
and be as kind as kind could be.   

What unto thee I do pretend,  
is nothing more than what I mean;  
I'll prove thy true and faithful friend,  
a kinder soul was never seen.  
These were the words, to her he said:  
Sweet if thou dost my suit deny  
I am undone, for i'm afraid  
my heart will break and I shall die.   

How many men have vowed and swore,  
their wanton minds for to fulfil,  
Then think upon their vows no more,  
which often proved to Maidens ill:  
Yet if I thought you would be true,  
as now you do pretend to me,  
A single life i'd bid adieu,  
and be as kind as kind could be.   

While life doth in my heart remain,  
most loyal I to thee will prove,  
For here I vow and swear again  
that nothing shall my mind remove.  
These were the words, to her he said:  
Sweet if thou dost my suit deny  
I am undone, for i'm afraid  
my heart will break and I shall die.   

With that she took him by the hand  
and blushing seemed to comply,  
Quoth she thou now shalt understand  
that for thy sake i'll live and die:  
And now I think thou wilt be true,  
as thou pretendest unto me,  
A single life i'll bid adieu,  
and be as kind as kind can be.   

When he did hear her charming voice  
part with such pretty words as these,  
Oh how in heart he did rejoice,  
than Babies in her eyes he sees:  
Then lovingly to her he said,  
since thou dost not my love deny,  
I will no longer be afraid  
that I for love of thee shall die.   

No, no, we will so well agree,  
that thou no more shalt doubtful be,  
I'll banish all thy care and fear,  
and prove a faithful wife to thee:  
For now I think thou wilt be true,  
as thou pretendest unto me;  
A single life i'll bid adieu,  
and be as kind as kind can be.   

The wedding-day they pitched upon▪  
and bravely it did solemnize,  
Where all things decently were done;  
their hearts were both a sacrifice:  
And lovingly to her he said▪  
since thou dost not my love deny,  
I will no longer be afraid;  
that I for love of thee shall die.   

Youngmen & Maids where ere you be  
take pattern by this loving pair,  
And prove what you do seem to be,  
seek not each other to ensnare;  
But lovingly your hearts unite,  
so may you ever happy be;  
Those that in falseness take delight▪  
will tumble into misery.    

Printed for J. Blare on London-Bridge.