Love lies a Bleeding (c. 1653-1659)
Love lies a Bleeding
By whose mortal wounds you may soon understand,
What sorrows wee suffer since Love left the Land.
To the Tune of, The Cyclops.
What sorrows wee suffer since Love left the Land.
To the Tune of, The Cyclops.
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Lay by your pleading
Love lies a bleeding,
Burn all your Poetry, and throw away your reading,
Piety is painted
and Truth is tainted
Love is a Reprobate, and Shism now is Sainted
the Throne Love doth sit on,
wee daily do spit on,
It was not thus, I wus, when Betty rul’d in Brittain.
but friendship hath falter’d
Loves Altars are alter’d
And he that is the cause, I would his neck were halter’d
Love lies a bleeding,
Burn all your Poetry, and throw away your reading,
Piety is painted
and Truth is tainted
Love is a Reprobate, and Shism now is Sainted
the Throne Love doth sit on,
wee daily do spit on,
It was not thus, I wus, when Betty rul’d in Brittain.
but friendship hath falter’d
Loves Altars are alter’d
And he that is the cause, I would his neck were halter’d
When Love did nourish,
England did flourish,
Till holy hate came in, and made us all so currish,
now every Widgeon
talks of Religion,
But doth as little good as Mahomet and’s Pigeon
each Coxcomb is suiting,
his words for confuting.
but heaven’s sooner gaind by suffering than by disputing
true friendship wee smother,
and strike at our Brother,
Apostles never went to God by killing one another.
England did flourish,
Till holy hate came in, and made us all so currish,
now every Widgeon
talks of Religion,
But doth as little good as Mahomet and’s Pigeon
each Coxcomb is suiting,
his words for confuting.
but heaven’s sooner gaind by suffering than by disputing
true friendship wee smother,
and strike at our Brother,
Apostles never went to God by killing one another.
Let Love but warm yee,
Nothing can harm yee,
When love is General, there’s Angels in the Army
Love keeps his Quarters,
and fears no tortures
The bravest fights are written in the book of Martyrs
could wee be so civil,
to do good for evil,
It were the onely happy way to overcome the Devil,
the flowers Love hath watered.
Sedition hath scattered
We talk with tongues of holiness, but act with hearts of hatred
Nothing can harm yee,
When love is General, there’s Angels in the Army
Love keeps his Quarters,
and fears no tortures
The bravest fights are written in the book of Martyrs
could wee be so civil,
to do good for evil,
It were the onely happy way to overcome the Devil,
the flowers Love hath watered.
Sedition hath scattered
We talk with tongues of holiness, but act with hearts of hatred
He that doth know mee,
and Love will show me
Hath found the nearest, noblest way to overcome me
he that hath bound me,
and then doth wound me,
Wins not my heart, he doth not conquer but confound me,
in such a condition
Love is a Physician,
True Love and Reason makes the purest Politician,
but strife and confusion
deceit and delusion
Though it seems to thrive at first wil make a sad conclusion.
and Love will show me
Hath found the nearest, noblest way to overcome me
he that hath bound me,
and then doth wound me,
Wins not my heart, he doth not conquer but confound me,
in such a condition
Love is a Physician,
True Love and Reason makes the purest Politician,
but strife and confusion
deceit and delusion
Though it seems to thrive at first wil make a sad conclusion.
The second part, To the same Tune
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Love is a fewel,
A pretious jewel,
’Tis Love must stinch the blood, when fury fights the duel,
Love is a Bloudstone
hate is a Toad-stone,
Heaven is the North-point, and Love is the Load-stone
though fury and scorn
Loves Temples have torn.
Hee’l keep his Covenant, and will not bee forsworn,
his Laws do not border,
on strife and disorder,
He scorns to get his wealth by perjury or Murder.
A pretious jewel,
’Tis Love must stinch the blood, when fury fights the duel,
Love is a Bloudstone
hate is a Toad-stone,
Heaven is the North-point, and Love is the Load-stone
though fury and scorn
Loves Temples have torn.
Hee’l keep his Covenant, and will not bee forsworn,
his Laws do not border,
on strife and disorder,
He scorns to get his wealth by perjury or Murder.
What false-hood drew in,
Grace never grew in
Love will not raise himself upon anothers ruine,
hee can present yee
with peace and plenty
love never advanceth one by throwing down of twenty,
where Love is in season
there Truth is, and reason
The soul of Love is never underlaid with treason,
he never doth quarrel
for Princely apparel,
Nor ever fixt a Chair of State upon a barrel.
Grace never grew in
Love will not raise himself upon anothers ruine,
hee can present yee
with peace and plenty
love never advanceth one by throwing down of twenty,
where Love is in season
there Truth is, and reason
The soul of Love is never underlaid with treason,
he never doth quarrel
for Princely apparel,
Nor ever fixt a Chair of State upon a barrel.
Love from the dull pit
Of follies full pit
Nev’r took an Anvile out and put it in a Pulpit,
Love is no sinker,
Truth is no slinker,
In mending breaches, Love did never play the Tinkar
where vengeance and lust is
no truth is, nor trust is
As will appear at last in Gods high court of Justice
pitty and remorce is
the strength of Loves forces
Paul never converted men by stables fil’d with horses.
Of follies full pit
Nev’r took an Anvile out and put it in a Pulpit,
Love is no sinker,
Truth is no slinker,
In mending breaches, Love did never play the Tinkar
where vengeance and lust is
no truth is, nor trust is
As will appear at last in Gods high court of Justice
pitty and remorce is
the strength of Loves forces
Paul never converted men by stables fil’d with horses.
Mercy is fading,
Truth is degrading,
Love is the onely cause of Plenty, Peace, & Trading
Love is a fire
made of desire
Whose chief ambition is to heaven to aspire
it stops the gradation
of fury and passion
It governs all good families, & best can guide a Nation
the low land; the high land,
& my land and thy land
Grew all in common strait, when love had left this Iland.
Truth is degrading,
Love is the onely cause of Plenty, Peace, & Trading
Love is a fire
made of desire
Whose chief ambition is to heaven to aspire
it stops the gradation
of fury and passion
It governs all good families, & best can guide a Nation
the low land; the high land,
& my land and thy land
Grew all in common strait, when love had left this Iland.
Where Peace is panting
And rage is ranting,
’Tis an undoubted sign the King of Love is wanting,
Father and Mother,
Sister and Brother
If love be lacking, quickly mischief one another,
where wrath is, the rod is
that ruines our bodies
With hate the Devil is, but where love is, God is,
then let us not doubt it,
but straight go about it
To bring in love agen, wee cannot live without it.
And rage is ranting,
’Tis an undoubted sign the King of Love is wanting,
Father and Mother,
Sister and Brother
If love be lacking, quickly mischief one another,
where wrath is, the rod is
that ruines our bodies
With hate the Devil is, but where love is, God is,
then let us not doubt it,
but straight go about it
To bring in love agen, wee cannot live without it.
Then let the Graces
Crown our embraces
And let us settle all things in their proper places,
lest Persecution
cause dissolution,
Let all purloyned wealth bee made a restitution
For though now it tickles,
’twill turn all to prickles,
Then let us live in peace & turn our swords to sickles,
When Noah’s Dove was sent out,
then Gods pardon went out,
They that would have it so, I hope will say Amen to’t.
Crown our embraces
And let us settle all things in their proper places,
lest Persecution
cause dissolution,
Let all purloyned wealth bee made a restitution
For though now it tickles,
’twill turn all to prickles,
Then let us live in peace & turn our swords to sickles,
When Noah’s Dove was sent out,
then Gods pardon went out,
They that would have it so, I hope will say Amen to’t.
London, Printed for F. G. on Snow-hill. Entered according to Order. Finis.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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