The Confined Lover.  
No Prison like to CUPIDS Goal,  
where some Confined be,  
When Sighs and Tears cannot prevail,  
to purchase Liberty:  
Till tender Females do apply  
a balsam to the Wound;  
Some Lovers live, some sighing die,  
and so the World goes Round.  
To the Tune of, The Charms of Love.  
 depiction of young woman  depiction of Cupid  depiction of young man  

AH! how powerful is her Charming eye,  
which so strangely doth enslave me;  
Cupid I feel thy Tyranny,  
of all my sense thou dost bereave me:  
The more I str●ve for to get free,  
the stronger I find is my Desire,  
Thou art my Dear the only she,  
that to my burning flamme still adds a scorching fire.   

Now now in Fetters I'll Delight,  
and joy to see myself thus Chained;  
For when thou art out of my sight,  
I find myself extremely pained:  
While others sweetly take their rest,  
in secret I do mourn for thee;  
And then my sorrows makes me blessed,  
my Silvia I delight myself in none but thee.   

Sweet Dreams too often vex my Soul,  
when waking I do find they flatter,  
Methinks I see her through a Hole,  
and yet by no means can come at her:  
Oh then I storm like one enraged,  
and blame that wanton winking Boy,  
No sooner is my heart assuaged,  
but Silvia is again my Love and dearest Ioy.   

But should she prove to me unkind,  
and give to me a flat denial,  
No joys on earth could ease my mind,  
who whilst I live must needs be Loyal:  
No falsehood shall be found in me,  
whilst I retain my murmuring breath,  
But Silvia I'll be true to thee,  
until I chance to meet with grim and pale-faced death.   

Then let the world on me look 〈◇〉,  
and blame my fond and helpless passion,  
The wavering mind delights in change,  
and calls perhaps my Vow a rash one:  
But let man count me what he pleases,  
oh Love is a pain I now delight in,  
Nor can be any such Diseases,  
as Females angry frowns when they their Loves are slighting.   

Betwixt my pleasure and my pain,  
I am sometimes pleased, sometimes tormented,  
Though once I did love clear disdain,  
I now therewith am well contented:  
And thus I spend my Youthful days,  
in Doting and in fond desire,  
But when Loves passion I dispraise,  
immediately I burn and fry in endless Fire.   

Let none despise the Winged Boy,  
whose Darts are of exceeding power,  
And those who Love do count a Toy,  
may loose their freedoms in an hour:  
And when they're once laid up and chained,  
no sighs can purchase Liberty,  
Where Cupid finds himself disdained,  
his darts that are resistless then he soon lets fly.   

Yet to be Strangers to his Fires,  
is altogether hapless counted,  
For he that's filled with hot desires,  
to the height of joy is surely mounted:  
For if one minute brings him pain,  
the next doth bring him much more pleasure,  
Then let no man kind love disdain,  
for 'tis the best of worldly joys, and earthly treasure.   

Oh Mortals pattern take by me,  
that now in Love am so delighted,  
Methinks I gain my Liberty,  
when I perceive myself but slighted:  
And then myself I do recall,  
I chide myself who vowed to love,  
When I poor Captive was in Thrall,  
I thought myself as happy as the Souls above.   
FINIS.   

Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Rainbow near Davids-Inn in Holborn.