The True Lovers Joy: OR, A Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love.  
The Maid implores the Aid of Charon's Boat,  
That to the gloomy shades her Soul might float,  
With sighs and groans, much weary and oppressed,  
At last he heard her moan, and gave her rest,  
From all past dangers, and from future harms,  
She safe arrived and Anchored in in his arms.  
To a new Tune, much in request.  

HArk Charon come away,  
bring forth thy Boat and Oars,  
And carry me poor harmless Maid,  
unto the Elysium shores.  
Who Charon calls in haste,  
whilst I sit here in pain?  
I carry none but pure and chaste,  
such as true Love hath slain.  
I am come, dear Soul I come,  
thy face doth so incharm me,  
Come in my Boat and take thy room,  
no wind nor wave shall harm thee.  
Now I am come in thy boat,  
I am a Maid undone,  
Sighing my heart is almost broke,  
for my Love he is from me gone.  
Thus as I pass the shades,  
I'll tell you a mournful tail,  
So full of sighs as we do pass.  
shall serve us for a Gale.  
And so beguiled the time,  
I'll sing you a true Lover's song,  
Mine eyes shall flow a sea of tears,  
to carry the Boat along.  
Oh what's become of those hard heart  
of a Virgins takes no pity;  
They're sailing to Virginia parts,  
where Neptune hath built a City.  
O Cupid hath wounded me,  
and haht pierced my tender heart,  
To call for one whom I loved so dear,  
who cares but little for't.  
Thus in the shades below,  
we'll waste the tedious hours  
No gusts of winds, but sighs shall blow,  
the Boat with Charon's Oars.   

His Answer.  
Stay Gentle Charon stay,  
and let thy boat alone,  
Row not the harmless Maid away,  
that sirs and makes her moan.  
For she that calls so fast;  
and sighs so at thy stay.  
A Virgin is as pure and chaste,  
as e'er true Love did slay.  
She's no dear soul for thee,  
let not her face encharm thee,  
Though room within thy Boat there be,  
〈…〉 thee  
O fair one, if you go;  
I'm more undone than you,  
My Heart doth equal sorrow know,  
and still my Love is true.  
The shades you must not pass,  
nor mournful stories tell,  
In stead of sighing Gales, alas!  
a kiss will do as well.  
You'd better stay a shore,  
and sing us a true Lover's Song,  
It is enough we need no more  
to carry his Boat along.  
No Heart so hard I know,  
but would gladly ease your pain,  
Else heart let him to Virginia go,  
and never return again.  
If Cupid hath wounded you,  
he had wounded me before,  
I you Love as you say you do,  
I love you as much or more.  
In beds of softest Down,  
we'll spend the short lived nights,  
No gust of Wind or sighs shall drown,  
the current of our Delights.   

Maid.  
COme gentle Charon come  
and me to shore remove,  
The wind despairing fight did blow,  
shall waft me unto my Love.  
How slow the Boats man stears,  
if he no faster ply,  
My love to rid me of my fears,  
shall lend me his wings to fly.  
To thee dear Love I float,  
finding thee just and true,  
And bid to Charon and his Boat,  
eternally adieu.  
Make haste, make hast my dear,  
for if thou longer stay,  
Through the floods without all fears,  
my Arms shall make their way.  
Welcome my Love to shore,  
I'll keep thee from harms,  
And thou shalt ride for ever more,  
at Anchor in my Arms.   
FINIS.  
1694.