The two joyful Lovers, OR, A true pattern of Love.  

The Maid at first was most unkind,  
Yet bore at last a faithful mind:  
For Cupid with his Bow and Shield.  
At last did force her for to yield.   
The Tune is, Fancies Phoenix.  


R I   

AWake, awake from slumbering sleep,  
O heart why art thou fired so sure?  
Why doth thou thus for fancy weep,  
for those that cannot thee endure,  
Or why should I myself disgrace  
With doting on a Maidens face;  

O no, O no, I will break that strife,  
And live and die a single life.    

If she had proved as true to me,  
as I in heart did vow to be,  
No cause she would have had to rue  
my heart so steadfast is and true:  
And still I scorn to change my mind,  
What though she prove to me unkind;  

'tis onely she must be my Wife,  
Or e●se I'll live a single life.    

O Cupid now, come let me know,  
Why I should thus abused be,  
The truth unto me now come show,  
I am sure the fault is all in thee,  
And cause of this my mournful cry,  
Therefore come ease my misery;  

And rid me of this home-bred strife,  
Or I vow to live a single life.    

Go tell my mistress it is I,  
she must and cannot choose but love,  
I pray thee let thy arrows fly;  
that she may true and constant prove,  
For I no cause at all can see  
I should go bound, and she go free,  

persuade her for to end the strife,  
Or I vow to live a single life.    

No man can tell except he try  
the grief, and care, and misery:  
A man in love may soon obtain.  
and be rewarded with disdain:  
So hard in heart some Maidens are,  
Young men I pray you have a care:  

For fear your heart be filled with strife,  
No, rather choose a single life.    

But stay, mée-thinks, I hear a voice,  
and harmony within mine ear,  
I think it is my onely joys,  
the voice of her I love most dear,  
Forbear a while and you shall see,  
My love and I in unity.  

I hope that she will end the strife,  
And yield now for to be my Wife.     

The second part, Being the Maidens answer to her self, being alone as she supposed, having a Cittern in her hand, she began to sing as followeth:  
To the same Tune.  
 

COme, come away, my dearest Dear,  
make hast methinks thou stays too long,  
I am in fault I greatly fear,  
blind Cupid he hath done this wrong,  
But now I fear with grief and pain,  
A love-sick-heart with sorrow slain:  

Would God I were his married wife,  
Or else for love I lose my life.    

I several sorts of Suitors have,  
that doth desire my company,  
And all of them my love doth crave,  
yet I to them make this reply,  
Forbear your suite trouble not me,  
A single life from care is free:  

But yet to end up all the strife,  
Would God I were my True-loves Wife.    

'tis he I vow and onely he,  
that best deserves the fruits of Love,  
I vow to him constant to be,  
while life doth last, I true will prove,  
Would God that he were standing by,  
To hear my doleful harmony,  

He would have then his heatts desire,  
What civilly he could require.    

Therefore content thyself dear friend,  
my heart is fired now for ever,  
And shall be while my life doth end,  
thy onely joy thou mayest recover,  
Therefore I once again reply,  
Would God my Dear were standing by,  

For I am resolved to end the strife,  
Would God I were his married Wife.    

I hearing of this kind reply,  
with music sweet from my dearest Dear,  
With courage bold I then drew near,  
forgetting all my former care;  
And with a salutation sweet  
We did each other kindly greet.  

Shee yielded what I did require,  
And granted me my hearts desire,    

So to conclude, we married were,  
according unto Gods decree,  
In love we live voided of all care  
in joy, in peace, and unity:  
You Maidens all which hear this song,  
Pray have a care you do no wrong:  

But if your Loves be true and kind,  
Be sure to bear a faithful mind.     
T. R.   
FINIS.  

London, Printed for Sarah Tyus on London-Bridge.