The Shepher'ds Lamentation For HIS PHILLIS.  
Tune of, As I lay musing all alone.  
 

As I lay musing all alone,  
close down by a Crystal Fountain,  
I heard a Shepherd make great moan  
for his Love that long had been,  
As he lay musing all alone,  
Fetching many a bitter groan,  
And on his Hat there seemed to be  
A branch of a green-willow-tree.   

How now Shepherd, what means that  
Thou wear'st thy Willow on thy Hat?  
Formerly 'twas blue and yellow,  
Now is turned to a bunch of green-willow  
It is my Phillis and only she,  
That makes me wear the Willowtree.   

When I lay me down to rest,  
Love lies bleeding in my breast,  
Cease, said I, and do not mourn  
For her that holds thy heart in scorn;  
But hereafter be like they  
That Courts a new face every day.   
FINIS.   

THE Jealous LOVER's Complaint: OR, His Torment for Love of Fair Clozis.  
Tune of, While I lay gazing, & c.  
 

WHile I gaze on Clozis trembling,  
while her looks my face declares.  
When she smiles I fear dissembling,  
when she frowns I strait despair,  
Jealous of some Rival's favour,  
which her wand'ring looks can give,  
Fain I would desire to leave her,  
but can sooner cease to live.   

Happy is he whose inclination  
warms but with a gentle heat,  
Or flies out into a passion,  
love's a torment, Oh 'tis great,  
When the Storms are once blown over,  
soon the Ocean quiet grows,  
But a tender faithful lover  
never is in true repose.   
FINIS.   

Printed for T. Blare at the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge.