Fancies Phoenix. OR. The Peerless Paragon of the Times.  
Being a young Gallants description of a Lady which he hath settled his thoughts on, resolving never to change, not to love any other Beauty or Face in the World.  
And is persuaded if there be.  
A Phoenix in the world, 'tis she.  
To an amorous new Tune.  
 

COme all you Bachelors so brave  
that spend your time in Cupid's Court  
And with your compliments do ●r●ve,  
with many Ladies for to sport:  
I am contrary to your mind,  
I court but one, and she 〈◊〉,  
She's virtuous chaste, and if there be,  
a Phoenix in the world 'tis she.   

I little thought I ever could,  
by any beauty ere be won,  
Nor ca●● now if that I would,  
remove my mind on any one:  
No wealth, no beauty, nor no face,  
no fire● thoughts from her disgrace,  
She's virtuous, chaste, and if there be,  
a Phoenix in the world 'tis she.   

I Must confess: I am in Love  
although I th●ught I never should,  
But sure she was sent from above  
and made of Nature's chiefest mould:  
So pure so fair, and all Divine  
I'll quit the world to make her mine:  
She's virtuous, chaste and if there be  
a Phoenix in the World 'tis she.   

Do you not see the Stars retreat  
when Sol salutes the sky so clear  
So must all 〈…〉 so great  
shrink and with 〈…〉 appear;  
So bright, so clear, that a● must say  
'tis fair Roselia●laim● ●laim● the day,  
She's virtuous, chaste, and if there, etc.   

Her bashful Cheeks with blushing sweet,  
cast such a rich vermilion die,  
That Rose and 〈◊〉 ere doth meet  
each striving for the victory:  
So rare, so pure, you'● scarce believe  
dame Nature could such colours ●ive  
She's virtuous, chaste, and if there &c   

Her eyes like spar●s of Diamonds clear  
such glances cast in merry sort  
No wantonness ●n them appears  
yet Cupid say here kéeps his court  
'Twas from her Eyes be shot his da●t  
y●●hus hath pierc'● m● lovesick heart  
She's virtuous, chaste, and if there, etc.   

But stay my Muse what need hav● I  
to praise her beauty in such sort,  
When as her fame abroad doth fly  
more than I can of her ●epor●:  
We●e she to me as kind as fair  
then might I live and not despair  
But sure I think if that there be  
a Phoenix in the World 'tis she   

For she desires to be alone  
and never to participate,  
Her l●ve she faith to any one  
but single lives without a mate,  
Such thoughts I think in few remain  
yet doth in her the mo●es my pain  
Then sure I think if that there be, etc.   

Cruel she is to none I hear  
no more she is not unto me  
Nor proud she is not that is rare  
you'll say in women for to be  
She's courteous, lovely, chaste, and fair,  
'tis few that can with her compare  
For sure I think if that there be, etc.   

Then if she Phenix-like will live  
and die alone I am content  
My heart to her i'll freely give  
unto no other i'll consent  
But in her flames my heart shall burn  
and Phoenix like to ashes turn,  
For it is her and none but she  
by whom I must revived be.   

And if she will not yield at last  
but still her resolution hold,  
I will not think my time ill spent  
nor yet my love shall ne'er wax cold  
To stay for such a one as she,  
I think no time there lost will be.  
I'd better with my fancy wed  
then lodge some women in my bed.   

I that you needs would know of me  
whereas this Phoenix doth abide  
For that I must excused be  
yet near the Strand she doth reside  
No other notice will I give  
to any one whilst I do live,  
And if she doth a Phoenix die  
look in her ashes there am I   

You roving Bachelors that be  
resolved for to spend your time,  
In several Maiden's company  
when as their beauty are in prime,  
Beware, beware, let virtue guide  
th●e to a Maid to make thy Bride:  
Let not her beauty tempt your eye,  
lest virtue too in her you spy.   

I must depart time calls away  
I cannot now express my mind,  
This Song is long enough you'll say  
unless that she did prove more kind  
She's virtuous, chaste, and therefore  
re●●'d to love her t●● I die.  
For sure I think if that there be,  
a Phoenix in the world 'tis she    

London, Printed for F. Coles, ●. Vere, and J. Wright.