Loves paradice. Shewing the admirable felicity that true-lovers enjoy in the chaste imbraces of their dearest loves, as this following example doth declare. To the tune of Frances Phoenix. / by J. P.
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             Loves paradice. Shewing the admirable felicity that true-lovers enjoy in the chaste imbraces of their dearest loves, as this following example doth declare. To the tune of Frances Phoenix. / by J. P.
             J. P.
          
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             [1663]
          
           
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           Loves
           Paradice
           .
        
         
           Shewing
           the
           admirable
           felicity
           that
           true-Lovers
           enjoy
           in
           the
           chaste
           imbraces
           of
           their
           dearest
           Loves
           ,
           as
           this
           following
           example
           doth
           declare
           .
        
         
           To
           the
           tune
           of
           Fancies
           Phoenix
        
         
           by
           J.
           P.
           
        
         
           
             
          
           
             
               ALL
               in
               a
               pleasant
               shady
               grove
            
             
               as
               I
               was
               passing
               time
               away
               ,
            
             
               I
               chanc'd
               to
               see
               the
               God
               of
               Love
            
             
               with
               Bow
               and
               Quiver
               ,
               sport
               and
               play
               ;
            
             
               At
               randome
               he
               did
               shoot
               his
               darts
            
             
               to
               wound
               poor
               lovers
               tender
               hearts
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   But
                   passing
                   forward
                   in
                   a
                   trice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   I
                   came
                   to
                   True-Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               With
               admiration
               I
               beheld
            
             
               the
               beauty
               of
               so
               swéet
               a
               place
               ,
            
             
               All
               earthly
               pleasures
               it
               doth
               yeild
            
             
               to
               them
               which
               do
               true
               love
               embrace
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               delights
               no
               place
               so
               rare
            
             
               with
               this
               Elysium
               may
               compare
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               The
               Arbours
               stand
               in
               rich
               array
               ,
            
             
               and
               gloriously
               appear
               in
               sight
               .
            
             
               Bedeck'd
               with
               Flowers
               and
               Garlands
               gay
               ,
            
             
               with
               Roses
               ,
               Damask
               ,
               Red
               and
               White
               ,
            
             
               The
               murmuring
               springs
               do
               make
               a
               noyse
            
             
               for
               to
               compleat
               true
               Lovers
               joyes
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               To
               sée
               the
               Lovers
               arme
               in
               arme
               ,
            
             
               how
               they
               together
               walke
               and
               prate
               ,
            
             
               Frée
               from
               all
               danger
               ,
               dread
               and
               harme
               ,
            
             
               each
               one
               enjoyes
               his
               loving
               Mate
               ,
            
             
               O
               happy
               thrice
               ,
               dear
               souls
               they
               be
            
             
               alwaies
               in
               such
               swéet
               company
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Their
               chaste
               embraces
               are
               so
               swéet
               ,
            
             
               and
               all
               their
               actions
               innocent
            
             
               When
               ever
               their
               swéet
               lips
               do
               meet
            
             
               a
               Message
               to
               the
               heart
               is
               sent
               ,
            
             
               To
               stir
               affection
               chaste
               and
               pure
               ,
            
             
               which
               shall
               perpetually
               endure
               ,
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Their
               joyes
               abounded
               more
               and
               more
            
             
               to
               hear
               the
               birds
               so
               swéetly
               sing
               ,
            
             
               I
               never
               heard
               the
               like
               before
               ,
            
             
               they
               made
               the
               Grove
               with
               Ecchoes
               ring
               ,
            
             
               Thrice
               happy
               they
               ,
               that
               have
               their
               choice
            
             
               of
               this
               ,
               or
               that
               mellodious
               voyce
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             The
             second
             part
             ,
          
           
             to
             the
             same
             Tune
             ,
          
           
             
          
           
             
          
           
             
               I
               Sate
               mée
               on
               a
               flowry
               hill
               ,
            
             
               near
               to
               an
               Arbour
               fresh
               and
               green
               ,
            
             
               Where
               fair
               Lucina
               mourn'd
               her
               fill
               ,
            
             
               thinking
               she
               was
               not
               heard
               ,
               nor
               seen
               ,
            
             
               'T
               was
               for
               the
               absence
               of
               her
               dear
            
             
               that
               she
               did
               thus
               lament
               and
               fear
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Shall
               I
               lament
               and
               mourn
               alone
               ,
            
             
               whilst
               other
               Lovers
               do
               rejoyce
               ,
            
             
               O
               whither
               is
               my
               True-Love
               gone
            
             
               that
               I
               cannot
               hear
               his
               sweet
               voyce
               ,
            
             
               It
               would
               revive
               my
               Love-sick-heart
               ,
            
             
               and
               force
               all
               sorrows
               to
               depart
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Some
               strange
               disaster
               doth
               detain
               ,
            
             
               my
               dearest
               love
               from
               mee
               this
               time
               ,
            
             
               I
               'm
               sure
               he
               constant
               will
               remain
               ,
            
             
               his
               love
               is
               fix'd
               and
               so
               is
               mine
               ,
            
             
               O
               why
               do
               I
               thus
               pine
               away
            
             
               since
               long
               from
               mee
               he
               cannot
               stay
               ?
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               It
               griev'd
               my
               heart
               ,
               her
               plaint
               to
               hear
            
             
               how
               she
               did
               sigh
               and
               make
               her
               moan
               ,
            
             
               At
               length
               her
               Lover
               did
               appear
               ,
            
             
               then
               all
               her
               grief
               was
               fled
               and
               gone
               ,
            
             
               With
               great
               delight
               they
               did
               embrace
            
             
               when
               they
               beheld
               each
               others
               face
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               Dear
               heart
               quoth
               he
               ,
               I
               have
               conceal'd
            
             
               my self
               a
               while
               to
               hear
               thy
               plaint
               ,
            
             
               But
               since
               thy
               love
               thou
               hast
               reveal'd
            
             
               I
               'le
               n'ere
               adore
               another
               Saint
               ,
            
             
               Take
               hand
               and
               heart
               ,
               and
               all
               that
               's
               mine
               ,
            
             
               for
               thou
               mayest
               freely
               call
               mee
               thine
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               When
               they
               had
               joyn'd
               two
               hearts
               in
               one
               ,
            
             
               with
               true
               affection
               in
               each
               breast
               ,
            
             
               They
               could
               no
               longer
               stay
               alone
               ,
            
             
               but
               walked
               out
               amongst
               the
               rest
            
             
               With
               hand
               in
               hand
               't
               was
               rare
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               how
               mutually
               they
               all
               agree
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               In
               pleasures
               rare
               they
               passe
               the
               time
               ,
            
             
               in
               choice
               delights
               and
               harmelesse
               sport
               ,
            
             
               The
               Summer
               it
               was
               in
               the
               prime
               ,
            
             
               when
               as
               these
               Lovers
               did
               resort
               ,
            
             
               The
               warbling
               quire
               their
               sences
               chear'd
            
             
               enough
               to
               ravish
               all
               that
               heard
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               How
               happy
               are
               those
               Lovers
               true
               ,
            
             
               that
               do
               enjoy
               such
               perfect
               blisse
               ,
            
             
               He
               that
               Loves
               Paradice
               will
               view
               ,
            
             
               may
               taste
               of
               such
               delight
               as
               this
               ,
            
             
               But
               he
               that
               doth
               unconstant
               prove
               .
            
             
               shall
               never
               know
               the
               sweets
               of
               Love
               ;
            
             
               
                 
                   Then
                   Lovers
                   all
                   take
                   my
                   advice
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   and
                   hasten
                   to
                   Loves
                   Paradice
                
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           Finis
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
             London
             ,
             Printed
             for
             W.
             Kendrick
             at
             the
             Black-spread
             Eagle
             and
             Sun
             in
             the
             Old-Bayly
             .