A most delicate, pleasant, amorous, new Song, made by a Gentleman that enjoys his Love, showing the worth and happiness of Content, and the effects of love, call, All lovers joy..  
To the tune of New Paradise.  

 

SIng, O sing, the day is clear.  
sad misfortunes are estranged,  
Kinder Planets rule the Sphere,  
what was ill, to good is changed:  
My more froward hope remove,  
And I now live where I love.   

No more joy to man can happen,  
than a creature so divine,  
As my love, Each part is shapen  
like to Venus in her prime,  
No delight so true doth prove,  
As the sweet contents of love.   

Cynthya, when she kissed Endymion,  
upon towering Latmos mount,  
By each free and wise opinion,  
was not of so dear account.  
In no age was known to move,  
Fairer than my fairest Love..   

Helen in those wrinkled days,  
was accounted beauties mirror,  
My sweet Ladies glistering rays,  
now approve that Age's error.  
Helen far herself's above,  
Never lived a fairer Love..   

Had Paris, when from Troy he parted,  
seen in Ida my rich Fleece,  
Spartas Queen had not orestarted,  
neither her true Lord nor Greece.  
Paris ne'er had crossed the flood,  
To this day fair Troy had stood.   

jason left his native Greece,  
and unto Colchis toiling went,  
At his return, his Golden Fleece  
equalled not this ornament:  
Ancient Authors do approve  
Mine the Queen of truest love,    

The Second Part.  
To the same Tune.  
 
 

PRincely Theseus never knew,  
nor the wand'ring Prince of Troy,  
A beauty so divine and true,  
all their times could not enjoy.  
All their fortunes mine is above,  
To enjoy so true a Love..   

Happier I than tongue can utter,  
to possess so fair a Fair,  
Every sense for joy doth mutter,  
to my joys none can compare:  
Sweeter pleasures cannot move,  
Then to live where one doth love.   

Powerful love, the world's knight marshal,  
I will sacrifice to thee,  
My true honours shall be unpartial,  
that thou shalt-receive from me.  
All the gods thou art above,  
Let me still live where I love.   

None doth win a happier prize  
the content (in mine opinion)  
All the consurers of the wise,  
grant it is the best dominion:  
For the wisest doth approve,  
Kings can but live where they love.   

Silly Swains that pipe on banks,  
(turned poor Shepherds for their living  
Give to love as many thankes,  
as in Court great Lords are giving.  
Trust, content doth ever move,  
In that place where resteth love.   

Strangest god of Homer's number,  
I will ever thee adore.  
Thou art only earth's great wonder  
Cupid, I they aid implore.  
As to serve thee still I striven,  
Grant me still life where I love.   

Pleasure now such scope possesseth,  
all my joy is in the prime,  
No sad thought my mind opresseth,  
comfort is so truly mine.  
All delights do in me move,  
Because I live where I love.   

Come, O come and sing with me,  
at my Feasts and Banquet  
Lovers all, that speeders be,  
come rejoice like petty kings:  
All our songs shall still approve,  
All content doth live with love.    
Finis.   

Printed at London for H. G.