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<HEAD>The Doubting Virgin, AND <HI>The Con&s;tant Youngman.</HI></HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Ob&s;erve what here is put in Print,</L>
<L>All you that do love merriment:</L>
<L>It's for Young-Men and Maids al&s;o,</L>
<L>Stay and hear 't o're before you go.</L>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>The Repriev'd Captive,</HI></OPENER>
<BYLINE>By <HI>Tobias Brown.</HI></BYLINE>
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<SP>
<LG>
<L>OH my deare&s;t do not &s;light me,</L>
<L>for my Love to thee is true,</L>
<L>There is none but thee can right me,</L>
<L>never change me for a new:</L>
<L>You intrude me, and delude me,</L>
<L>I think you cannot it deny,</L>
<L>Now you leave me and deceive me,</L>
<L>but can &s;how no rea&s;on why.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I wonder young-men are &s;o cro&s;sful,</L>
<L>&s;ince Virgins are &s;o full of Love?</L>
<L>That makes Maids to be ba&s;hful,</L>
<L>thinking how young men will prove</L>
<L>But if in proving they were loving,</L>
<L>as they formerly pretend;</L>
<L>Then how neatly and compleatly</L>
<L>&s;hould we live till Life doth end.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The Mans An&s;wer.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Oh my dear, why do&s;t thou doubt me,</L>
<L>that to thee I'le prove unkind</L>
<L>I think my &s;elf not well without thee,</L>
<L>thou art always in my mind;</L>
<L>If I do leave thee or deceive thee,</L>
<L>then I wi&s;h nothing may thrive,</L>
<L>For let never my endeavour</L>
<L>pro&s;per whil&s;t I am alive.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>THou art &s;he whom I love dearly,</L>
<L>what can any man &s;ay more,</L>
<L>This is my mind I &s;peak it freely,</L>
<L>I never &s;aid &s;o much before:</L>
<L>Then &s;weet believe me, for it did grieve me</L>
<L>to hear the moan my Love did make,</L>
<L>My deare&s;t Love i'le con&s;tant prove,</L>
<L>or beleive no man for my &s;ake.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The Maids An&s;wer.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>My dear, what can there be expected,</L>
<L>whil&s;t that we on earth de dwell,</L>
<L>Let not true love be neglectted,</L>
<L>then will every thing do well,</L>
<L>This my &s;peeches, though we have riches</L>
<L>my &s;weet heart I you call,</L>
<L>For all the mony my dear honey,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>true love is the be&s;t of all.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Suppo&s;e that we had all the trea&s;ure</L>
<L>that's in <HI>England</HI> to be &s;een,</L>
<L>Or if that we had all the plea&s;ure</L>
<L>that belongeth to a <HI>Queen:</HI></L>
<L>Ob&s;erve my &s;peeches, I mean the riches</L>
<L>that upon &s;ome men do fall,</L>
<L>For all their plea&s;ure, and their trea&s;ure;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>true love is the be&s;t of all.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>The Man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Why do you u&s;e &s;uch expre&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>unto me who am your own,</L>
<L>My heart you have in your po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>unto you it is well known;</L>
<L>Pray never doubt it, nor pau&s;e about it,</L>
<L>my deate&s;t love 'tis thou art &s;he,</L>
<L>Water &s;hall burn, and wind ne'r turn,</L>
<L>if that I prove fal&s;e to thee,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This full gla&s;s I hope to drink it,</L>
<L>in remembrance of my dear,</L>
<L>Happy is the hour I think it,</L>
<L>that I met my true love here;</L>
<L>Now in plea&s;ure without mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>we will pa&s;s the time away,</L>
<L>Come my &s;weet heart we'l ki&s;s and part,</L>
<L>for now we can no longer &s;tay.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<LG>
<L>So they parted for that in&s;tant,</L>
<L>they both then were firm and true,</L>
<L>If all young people were &s;o con&s;tant,</L>
<L>what need there be &s;o much ado,</L>
<L>There needs no weeping, nor lo&s;t &s;leeping</L>
<L>if they did in love agree,</L>
<L>Nor no &s;haking, nor heart breaking,</L>
<L>pray ob&s;erve this thing from me.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner.</P>
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