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THE GOLDEN BULL.

COme liſten, young lovers, a while, & you'll find
That croſſes attend often true lovers kind,
That like in all ages was never in print,
No doubt but this ſtory will give you content.

It is of a great King, if I muſt be plain,
Who formerly liv'd in the Southern reign:
He had no more children than one Daughter bright
She pleaſed her father, and was his delight.

A neighbouring Prince came a viſit one day
It being their uſual cuſtom, as they ſay:
Love wounded the Princeſs ſo deep to her heart
That ſhe was much troubled when he did depart.

It ſeem'd to her father ſhe ne'er told her mind
Neither to the young Prince, tho' ſhe was conſin'd
To love him, for Cupid was ſharp and ſevere:
What afterwards happen'd, you briefly ſhall hear

She being ſo beautiful, charming and young
Her old Father ſaid, with a deluding tongue,
Love, I have a fancy to marry with thee,
Tho' thou art a child, thy looks charmeth me.

Dear honoured father, the Princeſs reply'd
Sure you're in jeſt. No, I am not, he cry'd.
Alas, my dear Father! what makes you ſay ſo:
Such things are forbidden in Scripture you know.

Whilſt God gives me breath,& endues me with grace
I'll act a child's duty, as it is my place.
He ſaid I'm reſolved to make thee my wife,
Or elſe thy ſweet charms will bereave me of life.