CXIV. LOVE ARMED. SONG. APHRA BEHN 1642-1689. L OVE in fantastic triumph sat, Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, For whom fresh pains he did create, And strange tyrannic power he showed. But 'twas from mine he took desire From me he took his sighs and tears, And every killing dart from thee; But my poor heart alone is harmed, Whilst thine the victor is, and free. CXV. OH PHILLADA. H! what a pain is love : She will unconstant prove, I greatly fear it. She so torments my mind, That my strength faileth, And wavers with the wind Alack and well-a-day! All the fair yesterday And would not spy me: I woo'd her for to dine, But could not get her; Will had her to the wine- He might intreat her. ANON. 1658. With Daniel she did dance, Fair maid! be not so coy, Do not disdain me! I am my mother's joy: Sweet! entertain me! A pair of mattrass beds, She hath a clout of mine, Wrought with blue coventry, Which she keeps for a sign Of my fidelity: But, 'faith, if she flinch, She shall not wear it ; To Tib, my t' other wench, I mean to bear it. And yet it grieves my heart Death strike me with his dart! Thou shalt eat crudded cream And drink the crystal stream Whig and whey whilst thou lust, Pie-lid and pastry crust, Pears, plums, and cherries; Thy raiment shall be thin, Made of a weevil's skin- Yet all's not worth a pin: Fair maiden! have a care, And in time take me; I can have those as fair, If you forsake me: For Doll the dairy maid Laughed at me lately, And wanton Winifred Favours me greatly. One throws milk on my clothes, T'other plays with my nose : What wanting signs are those! Phillada flouts me. I cannot work nor sleep Love wounds my heart so deep, I 'gin to pine away In my love's shadow, Like as a fat beast may Penned in a meadow. I shall be dead, I fear, Phillada flouts me. |