CUPID S Kindness to Constant CORIDON, OR, ●air SILVIA Wounded with a Dart.  
●hen Beauties bright, Young men can sight,  
and seek their overthrow,  
Then Cupid's Darts must wound their hearts,  
he will not leave them so.  
Tune of Charon make haste etc.  
This may be Printed  
R. P.  
 depiction of Cupid  
 depiction of a lady  

●Ilvia the Fair by the side of a River,  
where she sat combing her Golden hair,  
●●pid he drew forth a Dart from his Quiver,  
and without pity he smites her there;  
●●w when she f●le her heart was wounded,  
straight cried with voice both soft an shrill,  
●h●t sudden change has my freedom confounded?  
why must I love now against my Will.   

Often in Valleys young Corydon courted me,  
yet I looked on him with scornful Eyes;  
But now strange Raptures of love has transported me,  
which does my senses and soul surprise,  
This very Minute, time, and Season,  
sorrow and Grief my heart doth fill,  
Here I admire what should be the reason,  
that I must love him against my Will.   
 lady  
 gentleman  

I w●s resolved to live and die single,  
tho' I had Suitors always in store,  
B●t ev'ry vein in my heart does now tingle  
though like I never did feel before,  
I had to love a Detestation,  
the which does now my comfort spill;  
This is a sudden and strange Alteration,  
that I must love him against my Will.   

There was no Swain I could ever admire;  
all my delight was to live alone;  
Therefore I'll triumph o'er e ry desire,  
in love I will not be overthrown:  
Let Cupid seem to frown and lower,  
nay use his best and chiefest skill,  
I will endeavour to baffle his power,  
why should I love him against my Will?   

But still her Passion increased the stronger,  
and her Sweet Beauty grew pale and wan  
So that she could not endure any longer,  
but crying out my sweet Corydon,  
May ev'ry Blessing now betid thee,  
d●n●t a fainting Lover Kill,  
Although 'tis true, I have often denied thee,  
now I must love thee against my will.   

If I shall die for the loss of my jewel,  
there is none but myself in blame,  
Sith to my Corydon I was too cruel,  
when like a Captive to me he came  
But for this Crime I have repent;  
yet remain in sorrows still  
With sighs and Tears I have often lamented,  
now I must love him against my Will.   

O that he heard but my sorrowful Ditty,  
likewise would come my sweet Life to save  
And with true Love and compassionate pity,  
pardon the frowns which to him I gave;  
He could no longer stand to hear her,  
but did approach with right good will,  
To his fair Silvia in order to cheer her  
vowing he would be her true love still.   

Thanks be to Cupid that gained me thy favour,  
my drooping Spirits once more to raise,  
Now do I promise to Love thee for ever,  
and in these Valleys we'll spend our days,  
Can there be any greater blessing,  
my wounded heart with joy to fill,  
Then my fair Silvia, here to be possessing,  
whom I do Love and admire still.    

Printed for I. Back, ●t the Black Boy near the drawbridge on London-Bridge.