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Magdalene College - Pepys
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LOVE without blemish.
Or, The unfortunate Couple.
See here the pattern of True-Love,
which nothing could estrange,
Till death they both did constant prove,
and ne'r approv'd of change.
To a new Play-house Tune. Or, The Fair one let me in.
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FArwel, farwel my hearts delight
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Since thee and I must part
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And Fortune strives us to despight
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I fear twill break my heart:
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But if thou constant wilt remain
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ile be as true to thee
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That we may once more meet again
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in spight of enmity.
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Why Fortune will you prove unkind
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To part poor Lovers so
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Who are no wavering like the wind
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Nor any falsehood know:
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But while the Sun and Moon endure
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We constant will remain
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Then strive no mischief to procure
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Nor add to Lovers pain.
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Well since I must be gone from thee
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Give me one parting kiss,
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And vow but to be true to me
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Twill add unto my bliss;
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And when the Ocean it doth roar
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ile think upon my dear
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When thou that art upon the shore
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Perhaps maist wish me heere,
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Thus did this loving couple part
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And to the Sea he went
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Each sigh'd as if theyd break their heart
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And sadly did lament.
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But mark what cruel Fate befel
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As he was outward bound
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The Pilot he not being well
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The Seamen all were drownd.
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Upon the Sands long time thy walkd
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Hoping some help to find
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This Lover on his Mistriss talkd
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Who was to him so kind:
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But ot the last the tide did rise
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And no help came them neer,
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While swelling waves did close their Eies
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And drowned all they were.
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At last this news to London came
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Which did this maid surprise
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And set her in a burning flame,
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While tears fell from her eyes:
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Ah my dear Love this Damsel said
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Art thou thus snatcht from me
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Since death my comforts hath betrayd
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ile quickly follow thee,
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Into the Ocean I will run
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To seek my Lovers Tomb
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His loss of breath hath me undone
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That did the Air perfume
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Therefore I will no comfort take
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Whilst I injoy my breath
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But for my dearest Lovers sake
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Ile follow him in death
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Then falling down into a Trance
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Her sences fled away,
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Which proov'd a very sad mischance
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With lips as cold as clay:
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She cryd my dearest now I come
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Prepare to welcome me
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Where thou lyest in thy watry tomb
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Ile come to visit thee.
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Her joynts began to shiver then
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And trembling as she lay
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Quoth she if life return again
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Dispatch me I you pray,
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For here I hate for to abide
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Or long inioy my life,
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Since I am not my true Loves Bride
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That should been his wife.
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So gasping on the ground she lay
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As loath to lose her breath
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She at the last did fainting say
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Oh welcome welcome death,
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For since my Love from me is gone
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No comfort I have here,
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And now my joy I come I come
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To meet with thee my dear.
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Thus did the fair one yield the Ghost
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And clearly dy'd for Love.
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Who of her constancy might boast
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That did so Loyal prove,
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But cruel death oft seperates
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Those who might well agree
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And prove to be most loving mates
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Living in constancy.
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Printed for J. Wright, J. Clrk, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.
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