A New Ditty: 
Of a Lover, tossed hither and th●ther,  
That cannot speak his mind when they are together.   
To the Tune of, Hid Park.  

 
 

ALas I am in love,  
and cannot speak it,  
My mind I dare not move,  
nor ne'er can break it,  
She doth so fare excel  
all and each other,  
My mind I cannot tell,  

when we are together.    

But I'll take heart to me,  
I will reveal it,  
I'll try her constancy,  
I'll not conceal it,  
But alas, but alas I do consider,  
I cannot break my mind,  

When etc.    

Her loving looks and smiles,  
hath so bewitched me,  
Her virtue me beguiles,  
she hath enriched me,  
she's so fair, she's so rare,  
her due to give her,  
Makes me I cannot speak,  

when etc.    

Our oft frequented jests,  
are turned to earnest,  
In ' thnight I cannot rest,  
for love's severeness,  
It hath turned, it hath burned,  
my heart for ever,  
Alas I cannot speak,  

when etc.    

Like to the foolish Flies,  
too long I have dallied  
With her bright glistering eyes,  
my Fort she th●●●llied,  
That I have scorched my wings,  
and heart for ever,  

Alas etc.    

Her presence is my joy,  
her want my sadness,  
When I her face enjoy,  
I am turned to gladness,  
And wish our company may last for ever▪  

but yet I etc.     

The second part,  
to the same Tune.  
 
 

I Think she loves me well,  
but I ne'er broke it,  
I am sure I love her well,  
though I ne'er spoke it,  
And my love to her shall prove,  
constant for ever,  

Although etc.    

Suppose she loves me not,  
or loves another,  
Too much yet care I not,  
still I will love her,  
And do vow to be true,  
and faithful for ever,  

Although etc.    

I will do the best I can,  
I'll strive to please her,  
I will do any thing,  
whereby to case her.  
Over Sea I will flee,  
swim like Leander,  
Before I'll lose her love,  
through the world I'll wander.   

And I'll do much more too,  
if shée'le command it,  
If't be to lose my life,  
I'll not gain stand it,  
But alas, but alas,  
I do consider,  
I cannot speak my mind▪  

when etc.    

The more I strive to hid,  
the more it flameth,  
These pains I cannot bide,  
my wits it lameth.  
And if it hidden be,  
will burn for ever,  
Unless I speak my mind,  

when etc.    

I think 'ttwere good I tried,  
and went to prove her,  
And lay all fear aside,  
stoutly to move her,  
But when I am going to speak,  
my tongue doth quiver,  
And will not break my mind,  

when we are together.     
Peter Lowberry.  
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Edward Wright dwelling near Christ's Church gate