A Lover's tears:  
OR,  
The constancy of a young man's mind,  
Although his choice be too unkind.  
All you young men who hear this Ditty,  
A Lover's tears bemoan with pity.  
To the tune of Sigh, sob, and weep.  
 

YOu who have run in Cupid's maze,  
and on fond beauties vainly gaze,  
Attend while I explain my moan,  
and think my case may be your own.  
Then learn to pity Lovers tears,  
for love is full of cares and fears.   

The bitter swéets that I did taste,  
and borrowed hours consumed in waist,  
Makes me my friends with counsel arm  
that they in time may shun like harm.  
And learn etc.   

A curious beauty I adore,  
and must though she hate me therefore,  
For now I am within the net,  
at liberty I cannot get.  
Then learn etc.   

Ill hap had I to see her face,  
unless her heart would yield me grace:  
Her eyes had such attractive force,  
I needs must love without remorse.  
Then learn, etc.   

Her hairs were Cupid's chains to tie  
me unto her perpetually,  
For I must love her, 'tis my fate,  
and be repaid with mortal hate.  
Then learn to pity Lover's tears,  
for love is full of cares and fears.   

I think on her both night and morn,  
which when she hears, she says in scorn  
If you be foolish, sir, must I  
be bound your mind to satisfy?  
And thus my sad complaints she jeers,  
for love is full of cares and fears.   

She thinks herself too high in blood,  
and for to match with me too good,  
Fond fool says she, art so unwise,  
to think that Eagles strike at flies?  
O young men pity Lovers tears,  
for love is full of cares and fears.   

Such unequality she makes,  
no pity on my moan she takes,  
The more I weep, the more doth she,  
insult over my misery.  
O young men, etc.   

If I to her a letter frame,  
she saith she hates to read my name,  
And therefore to prevent that pain,  
in scorn she sends it back again:  
Then learn etc.   

If I do meet with her by chance,  
my captived heart (for joy) doth dance,  
But to suppress that joy again,  
she turns her face with coy disdain.  
Then young men, etc.   

The second part  
To the same tune.  
 

SHe shuns my presence with haste,  
then ere one word from me is past,  
she's out of sight or out of call,  
and will not hear me speak at all.  
O young men pity Lovers tears,  
for love is full of cares and fears.   

Sometimes unto her maid I speak,  
and she my mind to her doth break,  
Away thou silly fool quoth she,  
he's hardly good enough for thee.  
O young men, etc.   

that's she doth strive to viliste  
my name with hateful infamy,  
O note the haughty insolence  
of maids in fortune's eminence.  
And learn, etc.   

Were't not a shame it should be said  
I wooed the Mistress, yet the maid  
I am esteemed scarce worthy of,  
what man could bear so foul a scoff?  
Yet I with patience take these jeers,  
for love is full of cares and fears.   

I would my fancy could dissuade  
me from the Mistress to the maid,  
But ● alas that may not be,  
if ere I married must be she.  
O young men, etc.   

I wish I could my heart reclaim,  
from doting on this scornful dame,  
For all my sighs and all my care  
are like to arrows shot i'th' air.  
O young men etc.   

Suppose she be in her degree,  
(as she pretends) too good for me,  
In love the beggar and the King,  
coequally do feel the sting.  
O young men etc.   

It is her proud fastidious thought,  
that only hath this difference wrought  
For in a true impartial eye,  
there's no great odds 'twixt her and I.  
O young men etc.   

Well, if I die as needs I must,  
Cupid grant me one boon that's just,  
That ere she wed she may be fain  
a worse than I to entertain.  
O young men etc.   

And so farewell thou cruel fair,  
come gentle death and end my care,  
Kind youngmen learn by my behest,  
to love your enemy that's the best.  
And learn to pity Lovers tears,  
for love is full of cares and fears.    
M. P.  
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Tho: Lambert, at the sign of the Hors-shoo in Smithfield.