The Constant Lovers Mortal Mistake.  
While Phaons' absence caused suspicion strange  
In her who wondered that his love should change,  
Her bloody knife a mortal blow did give her,  
Startled here at he fell into the River,  
His dream was fatal while her deep suspicion  
Caused these poor souls to die in this condition.  
Tune of, Young Phaon.  

 

YOung Phaon sat upon the brink  
to view the silver stream,  
He overtaken was with sleep  
and fell into a dream.  
He then beheld a sight most strange  
the like he ne'er did see  
Phillis did stand with Knife in hand  
and thus complained she.   

Old wretched fate you now too late  
show me my misery,  
My Phaons' gone so fair so young  
now for him I must die:  
Why was I robbed and then she sobbed  
of my delightful bliss,  
So soon that he could not give me  
one smile or parting kiss.   

While he did live he ne'er did give  
me cause to mourn or grieve,  
His life is fled and he is dead  
I perfectly believe.  
Therefore will I make haste and fly  
out of this world of pain,  
With him so sweet I fain would meet  
with him for to remain.   

While him I miss no pain like this  
no blessings can I meet,  
Had I but died by his dear side  
death I had counted sweet,  
And there withal she soon did fall  
by wounding her fair breast,  
Oh! now quoth she I come to thee  
she shricked and went to rest.   

He heard this cry as she did die  
and thought it was her voice,  
Whom he did love all souls above  
in her he did rejoice.  
He started then and straight fell in  
he never more was seen,  
Phillis he cried and then he died  
was lost in that sweet stream.   

'Tis sorrow great for to relate  
these constant lovers cross,  
Few in this wo●ld were ever whirled  
into so great a loss.  
Both terrified these Lovers died  
and ne'er were seen again,  
In vain did he lament while she  
was by herself thus slain,    

The second part  
to the same Tune.  
 

The great mistake that she did make  
because he did absent,  
This mischief caused, for when she paused  
on him she did lament.  
Despairing love did passion move  
which proved to be extreme,  
She gave death's wound while he was drowned  
nothing could them redeem.   

You happy lovers than beware  
that you do not miscarry,  
Perchance they may absent away  
whom you'd have always tarry,  
Then have a care and doubt despair  
and hug not discontent,  
When from you they do keep away  
they by themselves lament,   

In lovely H●mnes and Stratagems  
they're singing forth your praise.  
In hopes e'er long there will belong  
to them a Crown of Bayes.  
For to adorn their not forlorn  
nor yet forsaken loves,  
When Himey comes with sugar-plumbs  
they bill like Turtle Doves.   

And when they're strange their links & Chains  
are stronger than before,  
For when they're ta'en in them again  
they're fast for evermore.  
Tho fall out may breed some doubt  
count my assertion true,  
They do increase loves joys & peace  
and passion doth renew,   

These are loves toys and lovers joys  
sometimes to prove the heart,  
Such charms they breed that I indeed  
cannot to you impart.  
Their grieves don't last, love with a blast  
These seeming clouds disperse,  
But where or when they meet again  
their passions they rehearse.   

One sigh alone joined with a groan  
more Penetrates the breast,  
Then twenty why in company  
they pass it as a jest,  
But secret tears tears produced by fears  
and none do them oppose,  
They work upon the melting one  
and prove their mortal foes.    
FINIS.   

LONDON. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere. J. Wright. J. Clark. W Thackery and T. Passenger.