Fair LUCINA Conquered By Prevailing Cupid.  
She that triumphed in disdain, at last was forced to yield,  
And of herself she thus complained when Cupid won the Field:  
Though at the first I was unkind, yet now I'll loving be,  
And that my Coridon shall find if he'll return to me.  
When Coridon did hear these words, he did most joyfully  
Embrace his kind, and dearest Love; and they did both agree.  
To the Tune of, Jenny Gin. or, the fair one let me in.  

 
LUcina sitting in her Bower  
was wounded with a dart,  
Ascending from the secret power  
which smote her to the heart:  
Immediately she thus did cry,  
who can my comforts spell?  
Who can compel me for to love  
  

Quoth Cupid I will humble thee,  
and will subdue thy pride,  
I'll make thee now submit to me,  
it shall not be denied:  
I'll send such Arrows to thy heart,  
proceeding from my bow,  
Shall make thee feel love's fatal smart  
 
  

Quoth she, I did design to live  
a Maiden until Death,  
But now thou hast so wounded me,  
alas I pant for breath?  
Thou pretty Nymph be not unkind  
to cast love quite away,  
I will be loyal thou shalt find  
unto my dying day.   

Sweet Coridon's deluding tongue  
hath so ensnared my mind,  
That in Loves-firy flames I burn,  
and can no comfort find:  
I slighted him who was my Love,  
and held him in disdain,  
But now my ruin it doth prove,  
in vain I may complain.   

What sweet expressions did he use  
my favour to obtain;  
But I his kindness did abuse,  
by foul and gross disdain,  
For now I languish here in grief,  
and can no comfort see,  
Kind Death afford me some relief,  
make haste and set me free.   

O proud ambition, why did I  
his kindness thus reject,  
Who loved me so tenderly,  
and showed me such respect:  
A Princely presence, graced with Fa●●  
which did adorn him so,  
Which renders me indeed to blame  
for often saying no.   

These words had searcely pierced the 〈◊〉  
 her sweet Coridon  
Did to his dearest Love repair,  
whose heart with Love was won  
All sorrow seemed to vanish quite,  
each Lover had their bliss;  
They both enjoyed their Heart's delight  
and sealed it with a kiss.   

The pretty Birds with pleasant not●  
most sweetly they did sing,  
With melody from their sweet Thro●●  
which made the Groves to ring:  
Thus they proclaimed their mutual 〈◊〉  
when Lovers did agree;  
Nothing seemed to annoy  
that gracious Harmony.    

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