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The works of Alexander Pennecuik

of New-Hall, M.D.; containing the description of Tweeddale, and miscellaneous poems. A new edition, with copious notes, forming a complete history of the county to the present time. To which are prefixed, memoirs of Dr Pennecuik, and a map of the shire of Peebles, or Tweeddale

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THE EXPOSTULATION OF A FAIR LADY WITH HER GALLANT,
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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THE EXPOSTULATION OF A FAIR LADY WITH HER GALLANT,

HE BEING TILL THAT TIME IGNORANT OF HER LOVE.

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A Song to the old Tune of Bonny Dundee.

AMORELLA.
I that was once a day courted by many,
Am now most scornfully slighted by thee,
Others some reason had, thou ne'er hadst any,
Rencount'ring my disdain, thus for to flee.
Slave to affection, and thy sweet complexion,
Too much I've been, but no more I'll be;
O rash election, that walks at direction
Of a weak feminine amorous eye.

CELANDER.
Fair maid, thy modesty has been too rigid,
For to make such mistakes 'twixt me and thee;
Although by Nature our sex be obliged,
To the first onset, when objects we see;
Yet thy superlative virtue, birth, beauty,
Did in such a manner surpass my degree,
That, with a sad heart, I thought it my duty
Far from such fruitless presumptions to flee.


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AMORELLA.
Did not my countenance plead me a lover,
When fortune blest me with thy company?
Did not my blushes a passion discover,
Ev'n in thy absence, when mentioning thee?
Have not I been to my modesty traitor,
What greater symptoms of love can there be?
Be no more then an insensible creature,
But fairly venture and welcome to me.

CELANDER.
Through airy regions to fly I dare venture,
Cupid will lend me wings to follow thee,
Or with some pilgrim I'll round the earth's centre,
Yea, with Leander I'll hazard the sea.
Silent loves scorching flames long I've endured,
What greater torments than these can there be?
All these I'll suffer, and more, when assured,
Dearest soul, that my love's welcome to thee.

AMORELLA.
Celander, blest be the time when I saw thee
Angling so pleasantly by the brook-side;
There wanton Cupid with silk cords did draw me,
To wish Amorella once slept by thy side.
Too long, alas! my love I concealed,
Modesty shut up my sires in my breast,
Now they burst out, and must be revealed,
Celander's my comfort, my joy, and my feast.