From the broadside in The Bodleian Library Ballads collection, Douce Ballads 1(132a)—Douce Ballads 1(114b) is very similar. I have attempted to preserve the quaint spelling and punctuation:


Love's Fierce desire, and hopes of Recovery.
Or; A true and brief Discription of two resolved Lovers, whose excellent
wits, sutable minds, and faithful hearts one to another, shall heedfully
be spoken of in this following the new made paper of Verses.
To an Excellent new Tune: Or, Fair Angel of England.

Now the Tyrant hath stolen my dearest away,
And I am confined with Mopsa to stay,
Yet let Celia remember how faithful I'le be,
Neither distance nor absence shall terrifie me.

In volums of sighs I'le send to my Dear,
And make my own heart correspond to my sphere;
Till the soul of my life may be pleased to see,
How delightful her safest return is to me.

It cheers my sad heart to remember her love;
Though malice hath caused this sudden remove;
And my mind is resolved what ever ensue,
Whether Sunshine or Thunder to be constant and true.

If my Bark sayl but safely, through this rugged Sea,
Though with contrary winds much tossed it be;
In the Haven of rest, and long look't for content,
Wee'l chant forth melodious songs of merriment.

Till then I'le retreat to the forrest and mourn,
Acteon shall eccho my hound and my horn:
No Reynard shall escape me that runs on the way,
But patience perforce I will make him to stay.

My heart hath enquired of every stone,
What convoy the Heavens hath bequeath'd to my moan;
But for ought I can find holy Angels are agreed,
To rival my hopes and to slaken her speed.

Therefore I'le sit down and bewail my sad fate,
Like the Turtle I'le mourn for the loss of my mate;
All the worlds greatest glories vexation to me,
Till my Celia and I in our loves may be free.

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Celia her sweet Reply to her faithful Friend

Thy presence dear friend I have well understood,
And how in exile thou hast wandred the wood:
But I am resolved thy sorrows to free,
To make thee amends I'le soon come unto thee.

'Tis neither the Tyger, the Wolf, nor the Bear,
Nor shall Nylus Crocodile put me in fear:
Ile swim through the Ocean upon my bare brest,
To find out my Darling whom I do love best.

And when I have found him with double delight,
I'le comfort him kindly, by day and by night;
And Ile be more faithful then the Turtle Dove,
Which never at all did prove false to her love.

The fierce Basilisko that kills with the eye,
Shall not have the power once thee to come nigh:
Ile clip thee and hug thee so close in my arms,
And I'le venture my life for to save thee from harms.

My lap for thy head love a pillow shall be,
And whilst thou dost sleep I'le be careful of thee.
I'le wake, and I'le watch, and I'le kiss thee for joy,
And no venomous creature shall my Love annoy.

The Satyrs shall pipe, and the Syrens shall sing,
The Wood-nymphs with musick shall make the Groves ring:
The Horn it shall sound, and the Hounds make a noise
To fill my loves heart with ten thousand rare joys.

So now I am coming to hasten the deed,
Pray heaven and good Angels to be my good speed.
If fortune me favour, and Seas quiet prove,
I soon will arrive at the Port which I love.

Now Celia is gone to find out her dear,
Her heart that was sad to comfort and cheer:
No doubt but each other they will lovingly greet,
When as they together do lovingly meet.

FINIS
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London, Printed for T. Vere
The sign of the Cock in
St. Johns-street,