Words whose Hoops have now injoyned, Him to let _Dulcina_ sleep; Could a Man's Love be confined, Or a Maid her promise keep? No, for her Wast he held her fast, As she was constant to her Tune; And she speaks, for _Cupid's_ sake Forgo me, _&c._ He demands what time and leisure, Can there be more fit than now; She says Men may say their Pleasure, Yet I of it do not allow: The Sun's clear light shineth more bright, Quoth he, more fairer than the Moon: For her to praise, she loves, she says, Forgo me, _&c._ But no Promise, nor Profession, From his Hands could Purchase scope; Who would sell the sweet Possession, Of such Beauty for a hope; Or for the sight of lingring Night, Forgo the pleasant Joys of Noon, Tho' none so fair, her Speeches were, Forgo me, _&c._ Now at last agreed these Lovers, She was Fair, and he was Young, If you'll believe me I will tell you, True love fixed lasteth long: He said my dear and only Phear, Bright Ph[oe]bus Beams out-shin'd the Moon; _Dulcina_ prays, and to him says, Forgo me now, come to me soon. _The Second Part._ Day was spent and Night approached, _Venus_ fair was Lovers Friend, She intreated bright _Apollo_, That his Steeds their Race should end: He could not say the Goddess nay, But granted Love's fair Queen her boon; The Shepherd came to his fair Dame, Forgo me now, come to me soon. Sweet (he said) as I did promise, I am now return'd again; Long delay you know breeds danger, And to Lovers breadeth pain: The Nymph said then, above all Men, Still welcome Shepherd Morn and Noon, The Shepherd prays, _Dulcina_ says, Shepherd I doubt thou'rt come too soon. When that bright _Aurora_ blushed, Came the Shepherd to his dear; Pretty Birds most sweetly warbled, And the Noon approached near: Yet still away the Nymph did say, The Shepherd he fell in a Swoon; At length she said, be not afraid, Forgo me, _&c._ With grief of Heart the Shepherd hasted Up the Mountains to his Flocks; Then he took a Reed and piped, Eccho sounded thro' the Rocks: Thus did he play, and wish'd the Day, Were spent, and Night were come e'er Noon; The silent Night, Love's delight, I'll go to Fair _Dulcina_ soon. Beauties darling, fair _Dulcina_, Like to _Venus_ for her Love, Spent away the Day in Passion, Mourning like the Turtle-Dove: Melodiously, Notes low and high, She warbled forth this doleful Tune; Oh come again sweet Shepherd Swain, Thou can'st not be with us too soon. When as _Thetis_ in her place, Had receiv'd the Prince of light; Came in _Coridon_ the Shepherd, To his Love and Heart's delight: Then _Pan_ did play, the Wood-Nymphs they Did skip and dance to hear the Tune; _Hymen_ did say 'tis Holy-day, Forgo me now, come to me soon. _The Scolding Wife._ [Music]