THE
Dispairing Lovers Address
TO
CHARON;
For a Passage to the Elizium Shades: Or,
The fond Lovers Lamentation for the unkindness of Silvia.
Tune of, Charon make haste, etc. This may be printed, R.P.
|
CHaron make haste, and ferry me over
|
to the Elizium shady Grove;
|
Where I my passion in sighs will discover,
|
which I have suffered long for Love.
|
I am a weary of my life,
|
and cannot be eased, no, no where,
|
Then put a period unto my life,
|
and carry me where I may know no care.
|
O, my dear Silvia, 'tis you that have wounded me
|
with the soft glances of your fair eyes;
|
And with your hate you have quite confounded me,
|
and you have made me a Sacrifice:
|
I was a slave to all your charms,
|
and perfectly thought you would comply;
|
But now you leave me in deaths cold arms,
|
and must for your sake a poor Martyr dye.
|
Tell me, dear Silvia, why you are so cruel
|
thus to disdain a poor loving Swain,
|
And with your Eyes still encrease his fuel,
|
using no means to release his pain:
|
Let not your frowns such beauty cover,
|
hiding the charms of your fair eyes,
|
But take compassion of your kind Lover,
|
or in an amorous rage he dyes.
|
Did you but know what immortal blessing
|
Lovers whose hearts are combin'd enjoy,
|
You'd not deny the delightful possessing
|
of the sweet blisses you now destroy:
|
Let him not live in pains for ever,
|
but with your smiles his passion cure;
|
Love him but once, and his heart shall never
|
vary, but always continue yours.
|
But if you still will continue disdainful,
|
checking my love with perpetual scorn,
|
I shall remain in a passion so painful,
|
cursing the moment that I was born:
|
Then amongst wild distressed mountains
|
I will alone breath out my cares,
|
And there my eyes like two Crystal Fountains
|
daily shall weep out their brackish tears.
|
I'll in soft Notes to just Heaven discover,
|
you are the cause of my wretched pain;
|
Tell them how you have disdain'd your lover,
|
who has begg'd pitty long time in vain:
|
There will I beg the neighbouring Creatures
|
for to assist and tell my care,
|
And we'll explain against her fair features,
|
who has thus driven me to dispair.
|
But ah my Silvia, when you shall here
|
that I to Elizium shades am gone,
|
Then I am sure you must let fall a tear,
|
since you were the cause of my death alone:
|
Then will you wish, when 'tis too late,
|
that you could revive your loving Swain;
|
When your Unkindness has seal'd my Fate,
|
O then you will wish me alive again.
|
|
FINIS.
|
|
|
|