Loves wound, & loves Cure.
The Tune is, The wandring Spirits in the Air.
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AMintas loved Cloris that fair one,
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And Cloris lov'd Amintas, though unknown,
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Which made her cry to Cupid oft for aid,
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Help Cupid, help, a poor distressed Maid.
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Why should the God of Love deal thus with me?
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To give a wound, a wound, that cannot cured be.
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Have I a tongue and yet I dare not speak?
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Have I a heart and yet it will not break?
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Have I a hand and yet I dare not Write,
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To him that is my love and hearts delight?
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Why should, etc.
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Men they may speak, but Maidens modesty,
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Forbids the same, O cruel Destiny,
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How should the secrets of our hearts be known,
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When by our words we dare not make it known.
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Why should, etc.
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I find my eyes too soon deceive my heart,
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There is no balsome that can cure my smart,
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But the sweet countenance of my dearest friend
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May crown my joys, & bring my grief to end.
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Why should, etc.
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Now happy are they, that ne'r receiv'd a wound
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Nor yet hath been in Cupid's Pound?
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How happy are they, that nothing can remove,
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That never felt the power, or force of Love?
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why should, etc.
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Why do I live to see this dismal day,
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I may not speak, nor yet for pitty pray,
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I may not speak, nor make my grievance known,
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Or yet to any can I make my moan?
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Why should the God of Love thus deal with me,
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to give a wound, a wound, that cannot cured be.
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The Second Part, to the same Tune.
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AENeas with Queen Dido play'd the thief,
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He stole her heart, and left her full of grief,
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But my Amintas little knows that I
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Do love him now with true fidelity.
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Why should the God of Love thus deal with me,
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To give a wound, a wound, that cannot cured be.
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Tell him you wandring Spirits in the Air,
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Where I remain, whom he esteems so dear:
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Let him not pine nor languish thus for me,
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Cloris; Cloris, Amintas loveth thee.
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Why should, etc.
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Farewel my Flock, for she that's thus unsure,
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And led away with every look and lure,
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What care can she have of her tender sheep,
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When as her self she can no better keep?
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Why should, etc.
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Now must I wander over Hills and Rocks,
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To find Amintas, and forsake my Flocks:
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Farewel content and farewel liberty,
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Cloris is now in pain but cannot dye.
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Why should, etc.
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Bashful Amintas thou hast known my heart,
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Why dost not thou thy mind to me impart?
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Tell him you wandring Spirits of the Air,
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Had he done so I would have eas'd his care,
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Why should, etc.
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Amintas comes and hearing her say so,
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Quickly stept in, and eas'd her of her woe,
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Thus love you see can ever find the way,
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To make young men and pretty Lasses obey.
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Now Cloris thou canst not Cupid blame,
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He gave a wound, and salve to cure the same.
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