The Frantick LOVER;
Or, The Wandring Young-Man.
With Grief and Care he is opprest,
no Comfort can he find;
In Nights he is disturb'd of Rest,
caus'd by his Love unkind.
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YOu are so fair and cruel too,
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I am amaz'd what I shall do
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to purchase my desire,
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Sometimes your Eyes doth me invite,
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But when I enter you kill me quite,
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and the more increase my fire.
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Long I have lov'd, and am abus'd,
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And when I offer, I am refus'd,
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can any suffer more?
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Be coy, be cruel, do your worst,
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Though for your sake I am accurst,
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I must and will adore.
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Was you as kind, as sweet and fair,
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No creature could with thee compare,
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to Love I am inclin'd;
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Yet will I understand and see,
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That you're resolv'd to to[r]ture me,
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O are you not unkind?
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CAn you forget the Vow you made,
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When as in solemn sort you said,
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I was your chiefest joy?
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Yet now you will no favour show,
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But prove my final overthrow,
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and would my life destroy.
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Sometimes in Dreams I do behold
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Your Tresses like fair threads of Gold,
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likewise your Beauty bright;
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But when I waken from my rest,
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And find that I am dispossest,
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it proves my ruine quite.
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When first I did thy Beauty see,
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O then thou didst appear to be
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an Angel in my Eye;
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Like Lambs together we did play,
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But now thy heart is drawn away,
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tell me the reason why?
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Was I not always just and true,
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[Pra]y let me here be try'd by you.
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then what may be the cause
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That you unworthily sake
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Your Love, and like a Tyrant break:
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the bonds of Cupids Laws.
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What grief of heart do I endure!
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'Tis thee a[l]one can Kill or Cure,
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send me one gentle smile,
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Or else I through the world will range,
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For why my love can never change,
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O do not me revile.
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For sure I am, my love is true,
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Where e're I range i'le honour you;
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in sounding forth thy praise;
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If I may not enjoy the bliss,
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Bestow on me a parting kiss,
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i'le wander out my days.
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