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<DATE>2008-10-03</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>LOVE in a Bu&s;h: OR, The two Loyal Lovers Joy compleated.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>She &s;eem'd to flight her Hearts delight,</HI></L>
<L><HI>which caus'd him to complain:</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>But when &s;he &s;ee his Loyalty,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;he made him glad again.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<OPENER>Tune of, Oh &s;o ungrateful a Creature.</OPENER>
<P>This may be Printed. <HI>R. P.</HI></P>
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<LG>
<L>ONe Evening in Summer &s;ea&s;on,</L>
<L>when each Lad walks with his La&s;s,</L>
<L>In the cool &s;hades which are plea&s;ing,</L>
<L>as by a Grove I did pa&s;s,</L>
<L>My wandring fancy contenting,</L>
<L>mu&s;ing my &s;elf all alone,</L>
<L>I heard a youngman lamenting,</L>
<L>making this &s;orrowful moan.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O cruel Maid! thus to &s;light me</L>
<L>whom you once loved &s;o dear;</L>
<L>There is nothing can delight me,</L>
<L>&s;ince my fate is &s;o &s;overe,</L>
<L>Iu&s;t in the height of my Ble&s;&s;ing</L>
<L>to turn my plea&s;ure to pain;</L>
<L>and when I &s;hould be po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>to ture me with her di&s;dain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You little Birds that flock hither,</L>
<L>and in this Grove do abide,</L>
<L>Witne&s;s how oft &s;he vow'd never</L>
<L>nothing our Hearts &s;hould divide:</L>
<L>Yet now her love it is ended,</L>
<L>and I the cau&s;e cannot tell,</L>
<L>If I have ever offended,</L>
<L>it was in loving too well.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I, with &s;orrow &s;urrounded,</L>
<L>move her to pitty my pain,</L>
<L>The more I &s;ue I am wounded</L>
<L>with the Darts of her disdain:</L>
<L>If that the love of another</L>
<L>makes her deny me relief,</L>
<L>Yet I for ever will love her,</L>
<L>though &s;he's the cau&s;e of my grief.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>O ye kind powers befriend me,</L>
<L>and in her Brea&s;t pitty move,</L>
<L>That &s;he &s;ome comfort may &s;end me,</L>
<L>&s;ince I &s;o con&s;tant do prove:</L>
<L>Though &s;he give me a denial,</L>
<L>thus by her uncon&s;tancy,</L>
<L>Yet I will ever be loyal,</L>
<L>and her true Lover will dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When he had ended this Ditty,</L>
<L>he was about to depart;</L>
<L>Then a young Damo&s;el mo&s;t pretty</L>
<L>out of a Bu&s;h there did &s;tart:</L>
<L>Who to the young-man then going,</L>
<L>Let not &s;ad Grief th&eacute;e annoy:</L>
<L>Thus &s;he &s;aid while Tears was flowing</L>
<L>with the Exce&s;s of her joy.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Deare&s;t, &s;ince I unperceived</L>
<L>heard you your pa&s;&s;ion expre&s;s,</L>
<L>And thereby my doubts relieved,</L>
<L>now I the truth will confe&s;s:</L>
<L>To try your Love I deny'd you,</L>
<L>which &s;ince I find to be true,</L>
<L>I will love no one be&s;ide you,</L>
<L>therefore bid Sorrow adieu.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though I did &s;eem &s;o ungrateful</L>
<L>as your true Love do disdain,</L>
<L>Yet in my heart I was faithful,</L>
<L>and &s;o I &s;till will remain:</L>
<L>Happy is &s;he, my dear jewel,</L>
<L>that &s;uch a Lover can find;</L>
<L>Ah! who cou'd ever he cruel</L>
<L>to one &s;o con&s;tant and kind?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>All the &s;ad grief you indured</L>
<L>was for my &s;ake I do know;</L>
<L>Therefore you may be a&s;&s;ured</L>
<L>that I my Heart will be&s;tow</L>
<L>On thee without a denial;</L>
<L>witne&s;s ye Powers above,</L>
<L>That I will ever be loyal</L>
<L>and true to thee my dear Love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus with &s;w&eacute;et ki&s;&s;es expre&s;&s;ing</L>
<L>unto the young-man her mind,</L>
<L>Who wrapt with joy &s;uch a Ble&s;&s;ing</L>
<L>&s;o unexpected to find,</L>
<L>Gave her a thou&s;and &s;weet ki&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>both their joys then was compleat.</L>
<L>There is no Maiden but wi&s;hes</L>
<L>&s;uch a true Lover to meet.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> James Bi&s;&s;el <HI>at the Bible and Harp in</HI> We&s;t Smithfield.</P>
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