A Conscionable Couple: OR,  
The valiant Resolution of a Youngman and a Maid,  
That have left all their Kindred, as true folks have said:  
'twas for their Religion and good Conscience sake,  
That they forsook England, a Voyage to take.  
These two loving Protestants kindly together,  
Are gone to seek Fortunes, there's no man knows whither.  
To a curious new Tune, Or, The Faithful Friend.  
 

This doth make the world to wonder,  
That thou and I must pa●t asunder;  
Parting from thee s●re do●h grieve me,  
O so lo●th I am to leave thee:  

Leave thee, leave thee, I'll not leave thee,  
O so loath I am to leave thee.    

I love thee deer, yet dare not show it,  
Let not thy Friends nor Father know it,  
The joys and comforts late abounded;  
Now is my heart with sorrows wounded.  

Parting from thee sore doth grieve me,  
O how loath I am to leave thee.    

Thy amorous looks makes me admire,  
And set my senses all on fire:  
I would forego all earthly treasure,  
T● spend my time with thee in pleasure:  

But we must part, which sore doth grieve me,  
O how loath am I to leave thee.    

Thou in mine eye art such a creature,  
The like was never framed by Nature:  
Thy sweet behaviour and thy carriage,  
Loves Queen by no means can disparage,  

But we must part, which sore doth grieve me,  
O how loath am I to leave thee!    
 

Cruel Fortune, I must curse th●e,  
Cause thy false design & doth force me;  
Thus to go and have my True-love,  
Farewell, ten thousands times adieu Love  

We needs must part, that sore doth grieve me,  
O how loath I am to leave thee!    

Mark these words which here are spoken,  
This gold Ring keep for a token;  
And when I am furthest from thee,  
Prithee Sweetheart think upon me,  

Part we must, which sore doth grieve me,  
O how loath I am to leave thee!    

'Tis long of England's strange Division  
And the altering of Religion:  
That I am exposed in danger,  
And to travel like a stranger;  

This of all the rest doth grieve me,  
That I am enforced to leave thee.    

My dear Love, when we are pa●ted  
I shall be so heavy-hearted,  
That no joys I sh●ll recover,  
Therefore as thou art my Lover,  

Prithee Sweetheart take me to thee,  
Say but the word, and I'll go with thee.    

Let Father frown, and Mother chide me,  
I'll go with thee whatever be●ide me;  
If it were through fire and water,  
Led the way, I●le follow after:  

I prithee Sweetheart take me to thee,  
Say but the word, and I'll go with thee.    

I● to the Seas thou make thy venture,  
I in the ●hip will also enter:  
Or if thou on the Shore wilt tarry,  
I the self-●am● m●nd do carry,  

So thou vouchsafe to take me to thee,  
Speak but the word, and I'll go with thee.    

Or if thou wilt be a Soldier,  
Place a Musket on my shoulder:  
Put me on some man's apparel,  
I will sta●ely fight thy quarrel;  

I fear not what man can do to me,  
Speak but the word and I'll go with thee.    

Neither Sword nor Persecution  
Shall break off my Resolution:  
Though a●l the world forsake thee  
For my Comr●ode I will ●ake thee;  

If thou wilt but take me to thee,  
Speak the word, and I'll go with thee,    

Farewell Father, farewel Mother,  
Farewell Sister, farewel Brother,  
Farewel Friends, and farewel Kindred,  
I from my Love will not be hindered;  

Now prithee Sweet heart take me to thee  
Hap well or woe, I'll now go with thee.    

Since thou standest firm to th' old Religion  
My s●lf am of the same condition;  
England we'll leave, and march together,  
No earthly creature shall know whither;  

Conscience moves me to come to thee,  
Thou hast spoke Love, I'll go with thee.    
Finis.   

London, Printed for F. Coles T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clark.