True LOVE without DECEIT;  

Poor Strephon sadly doth lament  
'Cause Phillis is unkind,  
Yet vows that she shall never see,  
In him a change of Mind.   
To the Tune of, over Hills and High Mountains.  
 

UNfortunate Strephon  
Well mayest thou complain  
Since thy cruel Phillis  
Thy Suit doth disdain  
But let her persist  
In her fierce Tyranny  
Yet I will be faithful  
To her till I die.   

Through Woods & through Deserts  
I'll privately walk  
And there of my Phillis  
I'll mournfully talk,  
where the pretty sweet Birds  
With my moan shall comply  
For I will be faithful,  
To her and,   

Ah Phillis Remember  
That thou art unkind  
Ah Phillis remember  
Thou art still in my mind,  
Ah Phillis remember  
My true Constancy,  
For I will,  
To the,   

But mind for thy sake  
How the World I do range,  
And though thou art cruel  
Yet I will not change,  
For thou like an Angel  
Dost seem in mine eye  
And I will,  
To thee,   
 

Sometimes in a Dream  
I slumbering do lie,  
And then my dear Phillis  
Appears to mine Eye,  
And strait all my Senses  
Away from me fly,  
And I vow to be.  
To her etc.   

But when I awake and  
Do find 'twas a Dream,  
Just like one distracted,  
I presently seem,  
And cry that a hapless  
Poor Lover am I.  
Yet vow,  
To thee etc.   

What canst thou propose  
To thyself for to gain,  
By keeping thy Lover  
Fast locked in a Chain?  
Or why dost thou send me  
Such Darts from thine Eye  
Who Vow,  
To thee etc.   

No Prayers nor Tears  
With thee can prevail  
Till Death by Commission  
Takes me to his jail,  
For whilst I do live  
This shall be my cry,  
That I will be  
To, &c,   

Since nothing can move thee.  
I still must despair,  
Since thou wilt not love me  
It adds to my Care  
Since I for thy sake still  
In Fetters must lie  
Yet I will,  
To thee etc.   

Thus Strephon continued  
His Making complaint  
But he wanting breath than  
Began for to Faint  
And with the last Breath  
That ere from him did fly  
Still said he'd be faithful  
Until he did die.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pie-corner.