No Love, no Life.  
OR, Damon Comforted in Distress.  
You that are adorned with Beauty,  
do not thus your Love disdain;  
Count not it to be their duty,  
for to Languish thus in pain.  
To the Tune of, Tender hearts of London City.  
 

DAmon in the shades was walking,  
With fair Phillis he was talking,  
their discourse was terms of Love,  
He was kind, as you shall find,  
and ever more did faithful prove.   

In his arms he did embrace her,  
Vowing he would ne'er disgrace her,  
but would still maintain, the praise  
Of the creature, whose sweet feature,  
was the Glory of his days   The Woman's Reply. 

Young men they will seem most grateful  
When their hearts are most deceitful,  
thus they draw Maids in a snare,  
And deceive them, thus they leave them,  
fill their hearts with grief and care.   

Oh my Love I am more Loyal,  
Phillis do but make a trial,  
I will ever constant be,  
The heart of mine is surely thine,  
I Love none in the world but thee.   
 
 The Woman's second Reply. 

How many maidens thus have died,  
When their Lovers have them denied,  
this we find of lae is true,  
Then with tears, and frights, and fears,  
they sighing bid the world adieu.   

To escape from him she strives,  
Of his joys he was deprived,  
grieving at her hie disdain,  
He was vexed and perplexed,  
yet he called her back again.   

She regarded not his passion,  
Leaving him in desperation,  
till sweet Cupid with his Bow,  
Sent a Dart which pierced her heart,  
and said it must and shall be so.   

When she found that she was wounded,  
She with sighs and sorrows Sounded  
then again she did revive,  
She confessed, she was blessed,  
with the sweetest man alive.   

Here I sigh, lament, and languish,  
Now can I endure this anguish,  
I am in a Sea of woe,  
This sad trial, my denial,  
proves my fatal overthrow.   

With what language did he greet me,  
And with smiles he did entreat me,  
yet I still did him deny,  
My disdain increase my pain,  
I for love shall surely die.   

All her sorrows thus he heard,  
Then he presently appeared,  
she to him with comfort smiled,  
Then with Kisses their sweet Blisses,  
all their sorrows did beguiled.   

Thus their hearts were both united,  
She with him was much delighted,  
thus their troubles had an end,  
Sorrow ceased, Love increased,  
Cupid surely was their friend.   
FINIS.   

Printed for J. Deacon in Guilt-spur-Street.