THE Shepherd's Complaint AND THE Comforting Shepherdess Poor Coron making his Complaint was comforted at last But when he thought himself half dead his Silvia held him fast To the Tune of Maggys' Jealousy OH Cupid thou now art too cruel to use a poor Lover severe Thou dost to my flame add a fuel that costs me full many a tear Then cease to be so out of reason and let me no longer complain But grant me some ease for a season and ease all my sorrow and pain Whilst others do sweetly lie sleeping I sigh by myself all alone My eyes they are swelled with weeping no sorrows like mine e'er was known But whilst to myself I do pine I do find all my sorrow in vain For my love she will ne'er be so kind as to banish my sorrow and pain Ah! Silvia be cruel no longer to him that thy beauty adores Thy Charms they grow stronger & stronger then let thy soft tears wash my sores Which I for thy sake have endured though thou dost my service disdain I 'm certain they cannot be Cured but I must e'en die of my pain What profit Love is it unto thee to frown a poor Lover to death And murder the man that doth woo thee thus strangely to stifle his breath My dear I do humbly entreat thee to grant me my freedom again For certainly if thou dost cheat me I languish 'twixt sorrow and pain But in vain do I beg for a freedom when Cruelty locks up the door If youngmen they once would but heed'um they 'd never love Beauties no more Then he but as kind as you are fair and we shall no longer complain But now we for death must prepare and die with extremes of our pain The Woman's Answer What makes my dear shepherd to languish and sigh out his pitiful moan I bleed at the thoughts of his anguish he knows that I love him alone But yet he doth seem to be jealous of some that do graze on the Plain But I think he hath very few fellows and therefore I 'll constant remain He talks of the pains he endured and suffered all for my sake I 'm wounded and cannot be cured and my heart it is ready to break But Coron is still a reviling the truest that lives on the Plain No longer than I am a smiling but he feels a terrible pain If I should bealways a Kissing the world would my folly admire The Shepherds at us would lie hissing and hinder what he doth desire But I 'll in a corner embrace him that he may no longer complain At night in my bosom I 'll place him for to banish his sorrow and pain Was ever poor Shepherdess kinder than now I do promise to be How can he then choose but mind her that loves so unchangeably He cannot enjoy greater bliss then with his true Love to remain That each minute will give him a kiss for to banish his sorrow and pain You Lovers take pattern by me then that hath vowed to be constant till death For all Loyal Shepherds to see then that I at the losing my breath Was free from all kind of deceit and a wavering mind did disdain Now kindness I once more repeat and I waste with my horrible pain FINIS Printed for J. While at the Black Swan at the Bridge-foot near Southwark