The Love-sick Maid; Or, Cordelia's Lamentation for the
Absence of her Gerheard. To a pleasant New Tune.
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B E gone
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Thou fatal fiery Feaver, now be gone,
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let love alone;
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Let his Etherial flames possess my breast,
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His fires,
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From thy consuming heat no aid requires,
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for swift desires
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Transports my passion to a Throne of rest:
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Where I,
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Who in the pride of health did
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never feel such warmth to move;
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By sickness tam'd, and so inflam'd,
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I know no joys but love.
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And he
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That trifled many tedious hours,
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away my love to try,
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In little space had gain'd the grace,
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to have more power then I.
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Depart,
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Thou scorching fury, quick from me depart,
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think not my heart
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To thy dull flame shall be a Sacrifice,
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A Maid
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Dread Cupid now is on the Alter laid,
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by thee betray'd,
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A rich Oblation to restore thine eyes,
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But yet
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My fair acknowledgment will
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prove thou hadst no craft,
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To bend thy bow, against thy foe,
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that aim'd to catch the shaft:
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For if
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That at my breast thy arrows
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thou all at once let flye,
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She that receives a thousand Sheaves,
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can do no more but dye.
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No more
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You learn'd Physitians tyre your brains no more,
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pray give me o're,
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Mine is a cure in Physick never read,
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Although
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You Skilful Doctors all the world do know,
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pray let me go
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You may as well make practise on the dead:
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But if,
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My Gerheard dain to view me,
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with the Glory of his looks,
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I make no doubt, to live without,
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Phisitians and their books:
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'Tis he
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That with his balmed kisses
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can restore my latest breath,
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What bliss is this, to gain a kiss,
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can save a Maid from death,
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To you
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That tell me of another World, I vow,
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and will allow,
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Your sacred precepts if you'l grant me this:
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That he
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Whom I esteem of next the Deity,
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may go with me
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Without whose presence there can be no bliss:
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Go teach
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Your Tenets of Eternity,
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to those that aged be,
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And not perswade a Love-sick Maid,
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there's any Heaven but he.
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But stay
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Methinks an Icy slumber,
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hath possest my frenzy brain;
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Pray bid him dye, if you see I,
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shall never wake again.
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The Young-M ans Answer: or his dying breath,
Lamenting for his fair Cordelias Death.
To a Delightful new Tune.
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C Ome on
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Thou fatal messenger from her that's gone
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left I alone
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Within that quenchless flame for ever fry,
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The lake,
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Of love being kindled, where in none can take,
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rest but awake,
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Where slumber hath no power to close the eye,
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Whilst I
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That by my fair Cordelia ,
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desires to take a sleep
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With lids wide spread upon my Bed,
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am forc'd a watch to keep,
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and she
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That waired many tedious hours,
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my constancy to try,
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Is now at rest, whilst I opprest,
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fain would but cannot dye.
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Dispatch
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Thou scorching fury, quickly now dispatch,
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by death I watch,
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To be releast from this tormenting flame;
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The Dart
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Sent from dread Cupid, sticks fast in my heart;
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I wanting art
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Had not the power for to resist the same,
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Though she,
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Who by her late acknowledgment,
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profest thou hadst no craft,
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Yet from thy Bow, thou mad'st her know,
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what power lay in the shaft,
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But then
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Thou sent'st an other Arrow,
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which me of hopes bereft,
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Most like a foe, to wound me so,
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[for] whom no cure is left.
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Wherefore
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Did you Physitians give my Mistris o're
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had you no more
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Experience, but what you in books have read,
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Or why
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(You learned Doctors) did you cease to try,
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your skills, when I
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Might have reviv'd her if she'd not been dead,
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And yet
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Suppose that I in person,
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had present been to view her,
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Is there such grace in any face,
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to work so great a cure?
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But now
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I'm come too late to kiss her,
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which were it not in vain,
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After her death i'de spend my breath,
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to fetch her back again.
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Unto
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The fair Elizium thither will I go,
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whereas I know,
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She is among'st those sacred ones prefer'd,
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When I
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Shall be admitted for to come so nigh,
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pardon i'le cry.
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For my long absence, wherein I have err'd,
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And since
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By her I was esteem'd,
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so much on earth being here,
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Hence for her sake, no rest i'le take
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till I have found her there.
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No more
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But only I desire
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to hear my Passing-Bell,
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That Virgins may lament the day,
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of Gerherds last Farewell.
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