A paire of turtle doves, or, A dainty new Scotch dialogue between a yong-man and his mistresse, both correspondent in affection, &c. To a pretty pleasant tune, called the absence of my mistresse, or I live not where I love.
M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?
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The second part
To the same tune.
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Young-man.
When Hyperion doth for euer
from the Skye obscure his rayes,
When bright Luna (constant neuer)
leaues to seuer nights from dayes:
When the Sea doth cease from running,
when all thus change preposterously,
Then that firme vow which I once made,
(and not till then) Ile breake with thée.
Come my deerest,
My heart neerest,
When shall I so happy be,
To embrace thee,
And to place thee,
Where thou nere maist part from me.
Maide.
When rich mizers throw their mony
in the stréetes, and hoord vp stones,
When my Fathers Nagge so bonny,
leaues good hay to picke dry bones:
And when the dogge conforme to that,
doth change his food for Oates and hay,
Then shall my oath be out of dale,
or else last till my dying day.
Come my sweetest,
The compleatest
Man alive in my conceite,
Lady Fortune,
Ile importune,
Soone to make our joyes compleate.
Young-man.
When the Bucke, the Hare, or Cony
doe pursue the Dogge to death,
When a rocke so hard and stony,
can dissolu'd be with man's breath:
When furtles make a second chusing,
then will I a new Loue séeke,
Till then all but thée refusing,
though I might change euery wéeke.
Come my deerest, &c.
Maide.
When both toads, with snakes and adders,
bréed vpon the Irish ground,
When men scale the Skie with Ladders,
when two Phoenixes are found:
When the Goose the For doth follow,
or séeke to hunt him forth his den,
Or swine in dirt refuse to wallow,
Ile not forsake my loue till then.
Come my sweetest, &c.
Young-man.
Then swéet Loue sith both agrée thus,
hauing hearts reciprocall,
Long I hope we shall not be thus
barred from the principall
Of all our joy, which is blest marriage,
Hymen haste to knit the knot,
I'th meane time our constant carriage,
will i'th world nere be forgot.
Come my deerest,
My heart neerest,
When shall I so happy be,
To embrace thee▪
And to place thee,
Where thou nere maist part from me.
