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Loues solace; or The true lovers part, & in his conclusion he shews his constant heart He still doth praise her for her beauty rare, and sayes there's none with her that can compare. To a new court tune called the Damaske rose.
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M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656?
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1632
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STC 19252; ESTC S119371
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Loues Solace OR The true lovers part in his conclusion he shews his constant heart He still doth praise her for her beauty rare And sayes there 's none with her that can compare To a new Court tune called the Damaske Rose THe Damaske Rose nor Lilly faire the Couslip nor the Pancy With my true Loue cannot compare for beauty loue and fancy She doth excell the rarest Dame in all the world that may be Which makes me thus extoll her fame so sweet is the Lasse that loues me If I should speake of my true Loue as I am bound in dnty She doth surpasse the gods abone in each degree for beauty Iuno Pallas nor Venus faire shine not so bright and louely Ther 's none with her that may compare so sweet is the Lasse that loues me When first I saw her péerelesse face I did admire her beauty And I did séeke with heart and voyce to offer her all duty Which willingly she did accept so kind and louing was she Which makes me thus with all respect say sweet is the Lasse that loues me Mars though he be the god of warre could not so deepely wound me As Cupi◠with a little skarre which I haue plainely showne you Boreas with all his blustring stormes never pierst so sorely Cupids Arrowes pricke like thornes so sweet is the Lasse that loues me For her swéet sake I le vndertake any thing she requireth To sayle the Seas like Captaine Drake whose deeds there 's some admireth What ever she commands is done so much her loue doth moue me She is a precious Paragon so sweet is the Lasse that loues me Bright Cinthia in her rich Robes my Loue doth much resemble whose beautious beams such rares affords that makes my heart to tremble Yet is the Saint so chast so rare which vnto fancy moues me And makes my ioyes without compare so sweet is the Lasse that loues me Diana and her Darlings deare that lived in woods and vallies And spent her time so chast and rare she with no mankind dallies Yet is she not more chast than my Loue I hope none can disproue me O no my mind shall nere remoue so sweet is the Lasse that loues me Swéet Loue adieu I pray be true and thinke of what is spoken Change not thy old friend for a new let not thy vow he broken Swéet Loue I leaue thée for this time for so it doth behoue me But still my heart doth me combine to say sweet is the Lasse that loues me The second part To the same Tune The Maidens kind answer wherein she doth agree That he shall be her Loue and none but onely he MY loue my life my ducke my deare now will I yeeld vnto thee All thou hast said I well did heare and now thy words doth moue me For to reply in answer kind and so thy selfe shall proue me I will not change like to the wind so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee Be thou my louely Pyramus I le be thy constant Thysbe And I am now resolved thus never to displease thee True loue surpasseth Craesus gole t is not thy wealth that moues me Hereafter let my loue be bold and say sweet is the Lasse that loues me I le proue as chast vnto my Loue as euer could be any No fond inticements me shall moue although I am vrged to many I will indure for ever kind as it doth best behoue me A truer Mate thou shalt not find so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee My daily care shall alwaies be onely for to delight thée And I my selfe still will be she that shall with ioyes vnite thee I will shine bright at noone and night if I may so content thée Like Cinthia I will shine bright vnto the Lad that loues me Doe not despaire my onely deare let not vaine thoughts torment thée Of my true heart haue thou no feare nor doe not thou absent me I will remaine for ever sure though I a while did prooue thée Till death depart I le thine indure so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee No gold nor gaine shall me obtaine to fancy any other All those that seeke my Loue to gaine their wishes I doe smother I answer them vnto their kind for so it doth behoue me I will not change like to the wind so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee So Loue adieu I pray be true I am thine owne for ever The next time that I méet with you Wée le not so soone dissever Although we part I leaue my heart with him that dearely loues me T is Hymens bands must ease my smart and I am the Lasse that loues thee O my sweet loue and onely deare thou hast renued my pleasure Thou in my sight dost more appeare than any earthly treasure I doe reioyce much in my choyce and so it doth behoue me I le sing thy praise with heart and voice so sweet is the Lasse that loues me M. P. FINIS London Printed for Francis Groue on Snow-hill