The faithful lovers resolution, b●ing forsaken of a coy and faithless Dame.  
To the tune of, My dear and only Love take heed.  
 

THough bootless I must needs complain  
my fate is so extreme,  
I loved, and was beloved again,  
yet all was but a dream:  
For as that love was quickly got,  
so 'twas as quickly gone,  
I'll touch no more a flame so hot,  

I'll rather lie alone,    

No Creature be she near so fair  
shall any way beguile  
My fancy with a feigned tear,  
nor tempt me with a smile:  
I'll never think affection sound  
that is so plainly shown,  
Nor build on faith before 'tis found,  

I'll rather lie alone.    

Should now the little God conspire  
again t'entrap my mind,  
Or strive to set my heart on fire▪  
alas the Boy's to blind:  
For scythes I'll never venture smiles,  
nor hazard mirth for moan,  
Nor yet regard a Woman's wiles,  

I'll rather lie alone.    

The blazing Torch is soon burnt out.  
the Diamond light abides,  
The first her glory hurls about,  
the next her virtue hides:  
The Spark if any shall be mine,  
that else shows light to none,  
For if to every eye she shine,  

I'll rather lie alone.    

No Woman shall deceive my thoughts  
with colours not in grain,  
Nor put a Love so slightly wrought  
into my hands again:  
I'll pa● no more so dear for wit,  
but live upon mine own,  
Nor shall affection conquer it,  

I'll rather lie alone.    

And now I'll set my heart at rest,  
in loving, labours lost,  
I'll be no more so rarely blest  
to be so strangely crossed:  
The love lost Turtle so will die,  
the Phenixe is but one,  
They seek no Mates, no more will I,  

but ever lie alone.     

The coy maidens answer.  
To the same tune.  
 

IF that your love was but a dream,  
what Woman cares for love?  
There is no mean if this extreme,  
therefore your suit remove:  
It booteth not for to complain,  
then pray sir seize your moan;  
Desires hot flame augments your pain,  
you still may lie alone.   

If beauty in a Woman's face  
doth residence there keep?  
She must not in her heart give place  
to all can seygne and weep:  
But you do say 'tis women's wiles  
that causeth Men to moan,  
When all do know you do beguil's,  
and let's not lie alone.   

If Cupid caught you in his snare,  
you must endure the pain,  
And either speak him foul or fair,  
your liberty to gain;  
For sith, or sob, I will not love,  
my beauty is mine own,  
An other man my heart must prove,  
and you must lie alone.   

The burning Taper spends itself  
for to give others light:  
The Diamond is esteemed for wealth,  
and in the dark shows bright▪  
But like the Torch I'll never be,  
I'll first be like the Stone,  
And near will yield in love to thee,  
But rather lie alone.   

If that I showed myself once kind,  
and partly did you love,  
May I not therefore change my mind,  
and otherwise remove,  
You should have held me faster sure,  
and not have let me gone,  
I'll come no more unto your lure,  
but let you lie alone.   

If Phenixe like you do intend  
to end your days in fire,  
My life I mean not so to spend,  
my thoughts are mounted higher:  
I'll love and bill like Turtle-doves,  
although it breed your moan;  
When you are gone there is more Loves,  
I will not lie alone.    

Printed at London for P. Birch.