Damons Triumph;
Or, Celia's Joy.
When Lovers in their tender hearts
Do feel tormenting pain,
Then Cupid he pulls out his Darts,
And heals their wounds again.
Tune is; Russels Farewell: or, Jenny Gin.
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My dearest dear could I relate
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the sorrows of my heart,
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Thou wouldst condemn my cruel fate,
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and ease me of my smart;
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But since my tongue cannot express
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the torments that I feel,
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In silence and in heaviness
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my passion I conceal.
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Ah Celia let my secret groans
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approach unto thine ear,
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And pitty him that still bemoanes
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his death now drawing near:
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Except from thee I pitty find,
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no hopes there is for me,
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And if thou dost not prove more kind,
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more wretched I must be.
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Would I had never seen thine eyes,
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or heard thy charming tongue,
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Which both together me surprize,
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and do me so much wrong,
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That now my life a burthen seems,
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and tiresome is to me,
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For by my Loves fantastick dreams
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I work my misery.
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Oh wretched and unhappy man,
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how am I now betraid,
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And still must be, do what I can,
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obedient to the maid,
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Whose beauty works my overthrow,
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and fills my heart with pain;
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how blest were I could I but know
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the way to break my chain.
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Then fair one pray thee do thy worst,
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And end this mortal strife,
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For certain I am not the first,
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If I do lose my life
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For beauty's sake, as now I am like,
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By thine all conquering eye;
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O then make hast to one home blow strike
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And end my misery.
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What ailes my love for to complain
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of my severity?
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Am I the cause of all thy pain,
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tell me the reason why?
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No Damon no, thou art to blame
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thy true-love to abuse,
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For didst thou feel my scorching flame,
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such words thou wouldst not use.
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I love thee as I love my heart,
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and so shall ever do;
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I'de rather dye than from thee part,
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my passion is so true:
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And if thou couldst me once perswade
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I caus'd thy grief or pain,
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Twould surely kill a love-sick maid,
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'gainst whom thou dost complain.
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But I'me so far from slighting thee,
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I thee most dearly prize,
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And dearly I delight in thee;
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then learn to be more wise,
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And blame not her unconstancy
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who thee doth dearly love,
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And vows to be as true as thee
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as e're was Turtle Dove.
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When Damon heard these words so kind,
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his heart did leap for joy,
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It pleased his tormented mind,
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that Celia was not coy;
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He thankfull was to Cupid then,
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that with his golden dart,
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wherewith he us'd to wound poor men,
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he pierc'd the females heart.
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Thus hand in hand away they went,
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with many a loving smile,
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They both did seem to be content,
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and in a little while
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The Marriage Rites did celebrate,
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and tye that gordian knot,
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Which none could loose but mortal fate
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or cause to be forgot.
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