CELIA'S Answer TO The LOVER'S Complaint.  
To the same Tune.  

WHat is this I hear still by all I do meet,  
A complaint against Celia is Sung in the street,  
Where she scornful is made, and cruel does prove  
To Strephon who is with Celia in Love.   

Nay likewise they say for Love he will die,  
Unless that his Celia to have does comply,  
He further complains that my hearts made of stone,  
And yet he'll have Celia, or else he'll have none.   

And since I must give him an Answer indeed,  
He speak from my Heart as I am a true Maid,  
He Courted me long, and I slighted him still,  
Tho 'twas not perhaps for any ill will.   

But caution did make me to use him like one,  
That came as a visit and so to be gone,  
Tho he often would sigh, than his Eyes they would dart  
Which many a time I felt at my heart.   

But men are deceitful which made me still shy,  
What their tongue often speaks, yet their hearts gives the lie  
And few there are found of Men to be true,  
Which made me always be scornful to you.   

For daily I see that young Maidens are wronged,  
By Bachelors with their fine flattering Tongue,  
They swear they do love till they've gained their desire,  
Which when once possessed then soon they retire.   

Thus Men being false causes me to beware,  
Lest I by such Men should be drawn in a snare,  
As thousands there be that by young men's undone,  
In believing what's said by a lying Tongue.   

But if that I thought that young Strephon was true,  
And would love in earnest I would do so too,  
I mean not for time, but for ever and ay,  
I am not for love that holds but a day.   

There fore if you come with intent for to wed,  
Near fear but a loving kind Wife may be had,  
I love you 'tis true, I declare on my life,  
And happy should be if I once were your wife.   

Oh what is't I say, I have here told my mind,  
Oh now I am ruined if Strephon's unkind,  
My love I cant hid, but must let the world know,  
'tis Strephon I love though I tortured him so.   

If he now should leave me for what I have done,  
Then for love of him I distracted shall run,  
Oh why did I use him so cruel before,  
When at the same time I did him adore.   

Now come lovely Strephon my Heart is thy own,  
With grief I have heard all thy sorrow and moan,  
And if you will wed, than this I will say,  
Since Strephon consents then to morrow's the day.    

Printed for Charles Barnet.