Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.

SONG. The Doubtfull Lover Resolv'd.

FAin wou'd I Love, but that I fear,
I quickly shou'd the Willow wear:
Fain wou'd I Marry, but Men say,
When Love is try'd, he will away.
Then tell me, Love, what I shall doe,
To cure these Fears when e'er I Wooe.
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The Fair one, she's a mark to all;
The Brown one each doth lovely call;
The Black a Pearl in fair Mens Eyes,
The rest will stoop to any prize.
Then tell me, Love, what I shall doe,
To cure these Fears when e'er I Woe.
Reply.
Go, Lover, know, it is not I
That wound with fear or jealousie;
Nor do Men feel those smarts,
Untill they have confin'd their Hearts.
Then if you'll cure your Fears, you shall
Love neither Fair, Black, Brown, but all.