Love in the Blossom: Or, Fancy in the Bud.  
Containing a Pretty, Pleasant and Delightful Courtship, betwixt two very Young (but truly Amorous) Lovers, being persons of very Eminent Quality, (at their first entrance into Cupid's School.)  
To the tune of, Amarillis told her Swain. J. P.  
 

ONe Summer evening fresh and fair,  
Walking out to take the Air,  
Near to the Court, where Gallants sport,  
I carefully did wander,  
Whereas in State, two Lovers sat  
Like Hero and Leander.   

It was under a pleasant shade,  
Where this pretty Couple played  
They did not fear to be betrayed  
Nor had not yet espied me,  
To hear them prattle down I laid,  
And closely I did hide me.   

They were both of tender age,  
In love's affairs for to engage,  
Yet Cupid's craft▪ with feathered shaft  
Had wounded them at distance,  
No humane art can cure the smart,  
In vain was their resistance.   

This young Gallant▪ stripling sat  
By his loving Lady-mate,  
And amorously began to prate  
He had both time and leisure,  
With 〈◊〉 sweet, their lips did meet,  
Wherein they took great pleasure.   

She in Cloth of Gold did shine,  
And her Beauty seemed divine,  
I often wished she had been mine  
Fain would I be his Taster;  
But not one bit, that I could get,  
I was meat fit for my Master.   

Having now both time and place  
Lovingly for to embrace,  
This Gallants care, was to prepare  
The Art of Love to show her:  
Then near I stepped and closely crept,  
And thus I heard him woe her.   

DEarest Love and Lady mine,  
Let our hearts in one combine,  
Within your breast, my soul doth rest  
Great Cupid hath betrayed me:  
To kill or cure, 'tis in your power  
Your Captive he hath made me.   

At your mercy now I lie,  
Grant me Love or else I die,  
By virtue of your eye,  
Dear heart in love I languish,  
Then be not coy my only joy  
But heal me of my anguish.   
 

Then she made this sweet reply  
A stranger unto Love am I,  
Good Sir forbear, let me not hear  
Of bondage at this season:  
The Cyprian Boy shall not destroy  
My freedom and my Reason.   

But if ever I should prove,  
Subject to the God of Love,  
Methinks my mind is so inclined  
Your Courtship is so moving,  
No one but you, whom I do know,  
Shall teach me th' art of loving.   

Then he was quick to speak again,  
Whilst his hopes afresh remain;  
He sometimes kissed, and sometimes missed  
According as she struggled▪  
But had they stai▪ d, i'm half afraid  
His jo●es he would ha●e doubled.   

Now to break off their delight  
They saw coming in their sight  
Another pair, both fresh and fair  
Of spruce and amorous Lovers;  
And being met, they made no let  
But all their love discovers.   

Then they walked hand in hand,  
Subject all to loves command:  
I could not lie but up got I  
To see some further sport Sir,  
'Twas almost dark, when o'er the Park  
I see them p●●s to th'Court Sir.   

Then I wished that I had there  
Such a pretty Lady near  
To court and kiss, to hit and miss▪  
As others had been wooing;  
But all in vain I might complain,  
For I could 〈◊〉 be doing.