The Kind MISTRESS:  

Who being jealous that the Man she loved,  
Constant unto another Woman proved,  
She could not brook another should possess,   

Him whom she loved more than she could express:  
She bids him give her Wealth and Honour, all  
But his ownself, him she her own must call.   
To a pleasant new Tune, called, The Germane Princess' Farewell, etc.  
 
 

LOng days of absence, Dear, I could endure,  
If thy divided heart were mine secure,  
But each minute I find myself without thee,  
Methinks I and my Rival's arms about thee.   

But she perhaps her interest can improve,  
By all the studied arts of wealth and love;  
Whilst I, alas! poor kind and harmless Creature,  
Plunged in true patience, trust me it shows good nature.   

In her fair hand lay silver and rich gold,  
But what I must not name let my hand hold:  
Give her rich robes, and jewels without measure,  
Do but allow me every night the pleasure.   

I die to think that hapless I should lose,  
Those sweet embraces no one can refuse,  
Yet dare I not for shame my flames discover,  
I dread the name of, Poor Forsakéns Lover.   

If she have wit and beauty, charms of love,  
Some think I have the same, and those will move;  
If she can smile, and kiss, and cling about you,  
All these I'll do before I'll go without you.   

O let not all my Rival's laugh and say,  
I am become a silly Castaway;  
Though all are bound to pay you wealth and honour,  
It all comes short of what you lay upon her.   

I'll force my soul, and summon all my charms,  
E'er any she shall lie within your arms,  
Except I found decays in every feature,  
Or that old age had spoiled the works of Nature.   

Oh! oh! my Dear where art, where art thou now▪  
Hear my sweet call, and hea●●●n to my vow,  
What tho' you love her, yet you ought to leave her,  
I vow my heart shall be thine own for ever.   

I'll act such things, i'll laugh, and dance, and sing,  
I'll hug and kiss, and love like any thing;  
Then change me not, till I can do no longer,  
I'll use a means to make my spirits stronger.   

But if she must have interest in your heart,  
Dear Love, let it be but the weaker part;  
Or if she once enjoys a greater blessing,  
You know my thoughts without the words expressing,   

Should I be left by you, and quite forlorn,  
All other objects my proud heart would scorn;  
But if you still persist and will not mind me,  
I'll mourn to death and leave her here behind me.   

When Death hath done its worst, and I am cold,  
'Twill force a sigh when you such clay behold;  
Alas! too late you'd with your Friends lament me,  
But when I was alive you'd not content me.    

Licenced and Entered according to Order.