The Noble Gallant; Or, An Answer to Long Days of Absence, etc.  
He all those jealous Doubts of hers removes,  
And now unto this fair one constant proves,  
He tells her he is hers, none shall possess  
Him, but herself, such love he doth express;  
He gives her all content that can be spoken,  
And cheers her heart, which once was almost broken;  
What e'er she asks she has, BEAUTY rules all,  
It can a Lover's heart make rise or fall.  
To a pleasant New Tune: called, the Germane Princess' farewell.  
 

THink not my Dear thou shalt be absent long,  
My heart to thine is tied most firm and strong,  
None of thy Rivals ever shall out do thee.  
They are not fit to be compared unto thee.  
What need I care for wealth it is but dross,  
Want of a beauty is the greater loss;  
Though constancy with men is out of fashion,  
A Woman ought in love to show true passion.   

Perhaps with others I may sport and play,  
But what thou longest for i'll not give away;  
Thou shalt have all the pleasure I can give thee,  
Then fear me not, for I will never leave thee.  
Thou shalt not lose one smile, what I can grant  
My pretty wanton thou shalt never want,  
Thy flames jown, and dying will embrace thee,  
The Willow Garland never shall disgrace thee.   

The second Part,  
To the same Tune.  
 

IF all the World should dare to Laugh, and say  
My mind on beauty often goes a stray;  
Yet she that willingly affords me pleasure,  
Shall have at her command a Mint of treasure.   

I know for wit and beauty ne'er a Lass,  
In all the world my dearest can surpass;  
One Kiss one smile, one Hug, I then am dying,  
Ask what thou wilt, there can be no denying.   

thou néedst not force thy soul, for thou hast charms  
Are able to resist cold deaths alarms:  
There can be no decay in thee I am sure,  
Nature's rare works for ages must endure.   

Thy bows I hear, thou art my heart's delight,  
I find no joy but when I am in thy sight;  
And this thou shalt assure thyself, I love thee  
No woman in my heart shall rule above thee:   

I know that thou art brisk, merry, and young,  
thou canst strike dead with thy al-charming tongue  
If that to dance or sing thou doth desire,  
All flesh is dumb, and silently admire.   

I'll rest content with thee, and never more,  
Strange faces, nor proud looks will I adore:  
Be true to me, and all things I'll do for thee,  
But if unkind and false, then I'll abhor-thee.   

When I behold those pretty wanton eyes,  
The thoughts of any other I despise:  
Then be not jealous, for i'll always mind thee,  
I le catch thee in my arms where e'er I find thee   

Talk not of Death thou art not born to Die,  
He'll court thee when he doth that face espy:  
Come kiss me bow my Dear, & done't repent thee  
For naked every night I will content thee.     

Printed for I. H. and sold by F. Coles, T. Vere, I. Wright, and I. Clerk.