Four excellent new songs (1)/The Lover's Petition

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The LOVER’s PETITION.

Fairer than the opening lilies,
⁠sweeter than the morning rose,
Are the blooming charms of Phillis,
⁠richer sweets does she disclose.

Long secure from Cupid’s pow’r,
⁠soft repose had lull’d my bread,
’Till in one short fatal hour,
⁠she depriv’d my soul of rest.

Cupid, God of pleasing anguish,
⁠from whose shafts I bleed and burn,
Teach, O teach the maid to languish,
⁠strike fair Phillis in her turn.

From that torment in her breast,
⁠soon to pity she’ll incline ;
And to give her bosom rest,
⁠kindly heal the wound in mine.

But be it so, or be it not,
⁠I’ll take her at my chance,
The first time I saw my love,
⁠she struck me in a trance;

Her ruby lips and sparkling eyes
⁠have so bewitched me,
If I was king of Ireland,
⁠queen of it she should be.