THE
Broken-hearted Lovers Triumph.
SHEWING,
That though for Love their hearts were broke,
They counted Love no heavy Yoak;
For after Death such joys they find,
Brings Peace and quiet to the mind.
The Tune is, Blind Cupids Power I set at nought[.]
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NOw Cupid let me quickly dye,
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these pains I can't endure,
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Let me injoy his Company,
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who only can me Cure:
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If he deny, I'm sure to dye,
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of this tormenting pain,
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Oh! give me ease of this disease,
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ten thousand have been slain.
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Into his heart send home thy Dart,
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and touch him to the Quick,
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Because that he so slighteth me,
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that am so deadly sick:
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Of this my smart let him take part,
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and Bleed as well as he,
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Then i'le Decease, and dye in peace,
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to Elizium I will flee.
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There shall I meet with Souls so sweet,
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that dyed of my disease,
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Who while we walk to hear them talk,
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my fancy so will please:
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That could I then Revive agen,
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I think I should deny,
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From thence to part, my broken heart,
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finds there such Company,
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While I relate my Riged state,
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then with me they will joyn,
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And one will say, fie, fie, away,
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no fate more worse then mine:
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And then say I, a Harmony
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of sighs we needs must have,
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Love was the thing that did us bring
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heart-broken to the Grave.
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None but Old Dotards,
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comes this place unto,
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The Reason is,
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Because they cannot Woo
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But we, poor Maidens!
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when young-men do come
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Think on no other joy,
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and so're undone;
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Yet CUPID to make
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us, part of amends,
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Gives us the Pleasing
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Pain, and we are Friends.
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THus will they do with sighs most sad,
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till such a blast doth come,
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From every Breast, depriv'd of Rest,
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shakes our Elizium:
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and down drops tears, though our past fears
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we ne'r shall meet again,
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'Tis our Delight in shades of Night,
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to hear our selves complain.
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Thus Prisoners we, confined be
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to such a pleasant Goal,
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When one grows sad we make her glad,
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to hear our Mournful Tale:
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We tell her how a broken Vow
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caus'd us to lose our Breath,
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Then she'l complain to us again,
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this brought me to my Death.
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Another she'l reply to me,
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cease, cease, and hear my tale,
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I had a wound was more profound,
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then what did you assail:
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And shed more tears in one two years,
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then e're your eyes could spend,
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With deadly smart I broke my heart,
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this was my fatal end.
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Thus Rivals we cannot agree,
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contend about our Pain,
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She that felt most thereof doth boast,
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and counts it was her gain:
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As some dispute, and some are Mute,
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this place such Pleasure yields,
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We'l still abide, and here reside,
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in these Elizium Fields.
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This very shade for us was made
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where ever we'l remain,
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And will not go to live below,
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upon the Earth again:
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But those that finds such troubled minds
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as we before have known,
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Make haste make haste, and no time waste;
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for here you will find none.
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Thus we possess such Happiness,
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the Earth cannot allow,
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It is our gain through Seas of pain,
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to come where we are now:
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You Men unkind, that think we find
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such torments when you slight us,
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It is our grief brings us Relief,
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and here we do delight us.
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But those that prove so false in Love,
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such pleasures ne'r shall find,
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For when they dye their Souls shall flye,
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where they shall be confin'd:
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And surely miss of such like bliss,
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as we do here injoy,
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Because that they found out a way,
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poor Maidens to destroy.
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