Amantium irae Amoris redintegratio est.  
The falling out of Lovers, is the renewing of Love  
To the tune of the Meadow brow.  

 
 

COme my best and dearest,  
come sit thee down by me:  
When thou and I am nearest,  
breeds my felicity:  
To verify the Proverb,  
would set my heart at rest,  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

My fair and chaste Penelope,  
declare to me thy mind:  
Wherein I have offended thee,  
to make the prove unkind:  
I never urged the cause  
in earnest or in jest,  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

Thy beauty gave me much content,  
thy virtue gave me more:  
Thy modest kind civility,  
which I do much adore:  
Thy modest stately Iesture,  
life's shrined in my breast:  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

How dear I have loved thee,  
thou wilt confess and tell:  
More than my tongue can here express,  
my fair and sweetest Nell:  
Oh hadst thou been but true in love,  
I had been double blest:  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

And wilt thou then forsake me love,  
and thus from me be gone,  
Whom I do hold my turtle dove,  
my peerless Paragon:  
The Phoenix of the world,  
And pillow of my rest:  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

Fair Cynthia the want of thee  
doth breed my overthrow:  
My body in my agony  
doth melt away like snow.  
The plagues of Egypt could no more  
torment my tender breast,  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

Now I like weeping Niobe  
may wash my hands in tears,  
Whilst others gain the love of thee  
I daunted am with fears.  
Now may I sigh and wail in woe,  
disasterously distressed.  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

And thus in brevity of time  
I sadly end my ditty:  
Which here am left to starve & pine,  
without remorse or pity.  
Yet will I pray that still thou mayst  
remain among the bl●st.  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.     

The Maids Answer,  
To the same tune.  
 
 

THough falling out of faithful friends  
renewing be of love:  
A change of time will make amends  
a turtle I may prove.  
And till that change of time  
with patience be thou blest,  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

The trial of Penelope  
in me is proved true,  
Misdoubt thou not my constancy,  
the turtle keeps her hue.  
And to her chosen mate  
doth bear a loyal breast:  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

The faithful knot of love is bouned  
I rest thy dear for ever▪  
Thy pining heart with bleeding wound  
is cured by the giver.  
The shaft of love I shot  
returns into my breast,  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

I made but trial of thy heart,  
how constant it would be:  
And now I see thou wilt not start  
nor fleet away from me:  
Though Cressida I prove,  
yet Troilus thou wilt rest.  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

Account me for no woman kind,  
if I undo the knot:  
Or bear the false & faithless mind  
to have the same forgot,  
That once betwixt us two.  
were sealed in each breast.  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

The silver Moon shall shine by day,  
the golden Sun by night.  
Ere I will go that wanton way,  
wherein some take delight.  
But for Aeneas I  
with Dido pierce my breast.  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

Though I have been untrue, unjust.  
and changing like the Moon:  
Yet in thy kindness do I trust  
that I may have this boon:  
That sweet forgiveness may  
bring comfort from thy breast.  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

You crystal Planets shine all cléer  
and light a Lover's way:  
Let me embrace my lovely Dear,  
which was I doubt a stray;  
If once I get the same  
I'll féde it in my breast,  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.    

Come mourn with me each loving Lass  
tha● Cupid's darlings be  
Green love will change like withered grasss  
the same behold in me,  
If I had steadfast been  
than had my love been blest,  

Amantium irae amoris  
redintegratio est.     
FINIS.   

Printed at London for H. Gosson.