The Ruined Lover:
OR, THE
Young Ladies Tragedy,
Who being crossed in Love by her Parents, Poison'd her self near the Parish of
St. Giles's.
To the Tune of, What shall I do to shew how much I love her. Licensed according to Order.
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THere was of late a young Beautiful Lady,
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whom the sweet Raptures of Love had possest;
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Her Dear pretender was wiliing and ready
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to Grant whatever her Heart could request:
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But her own Parents quite void of all pity,
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drove their own Darling almost to Despair,
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This was at length her right sorrowful Ditty,
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Love is a Torment which I cannot bear.
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Nothing but Sorrows I here am possessing,
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while my poor Eyes like two Fountains do's flow;
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Seeing I thus am deny'd of the Blessing,
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no Creature know what I now undergo;
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Most unkind Parents! can you be so cruel
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as to occasion my Sighs, Griefs and Cares?
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While I am kept from the sight of my Jewel,
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Love is a Torment which no one can bear.
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When I first found that my Friends did degrade him
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for his dear sake I my Lodgings remov'd;
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And a firm Promise immediately made him,
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to be as Loyal as ever was Love:
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But my Relations unhappily found me,
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I could not sorrowful weeping forbear;
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Their Words like Darts of keen Arrows did wound me,
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Love is a Torment which I cannot bear.
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Still they endeavour'd to set me against him
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saying of him they did no ways approve;
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Therefore they'd have me with speed to refrain him,
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they might as easie high Mountains remove;
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At what they said I was highly offended,
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being then just at the point of Despair;
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I streight resolved this life should be ended
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Love is a Torment which I cannot bear.
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My Loyal Heart and Affections I gave him,
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therefore my Promise I never will break;
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Yet after all, if they'll not let me have him,
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I am resolved to dye for his sake:
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No other Gallant shall ever enjoy me,
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therefore this Potion I here do prepare,
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It is in Order this day to destroy me,
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Love is a Torment which I cannot bear.
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Farewell the World, for I soon shall expire.
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the Pains of Death having siez'd me all o'er;
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Thou, whom I ever did Love and admire,
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cannot my Life nor my Blessings restore:
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They that have caused this dismal Confusion
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which fill'd my heart with true Sorrow and Care
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They will be troubled for this in conclusion;
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Love is a Torment which no one can bear.
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'Twas not for Wealth I desire to Marry,
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he was the Person that pleased my Eye;
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Yet through misfortune my Life will miscarry,
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for like a Languishing Lover I Dye:
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Come gentle Death now be pleas'd to befriend me,
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on you alone here I cast all my Care;
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To the Elizium be pleas'd for to send me;
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Love is a Torment which I cannot bear.
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You Lovers that shall hear this dismal Story,
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pity a Maidens Misfortune, I pray,
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Both Grief and Sorrow has blasted my Glory,
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bringing the blossoms of Youth to decay,
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Farewell my Lover alas! I must leave the,
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for her I dye by the Hand of Despair;
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I know the Loss of thy Lady will grief thee,
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Love is a Torment no Creature can bear.
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