An ANSWER
TO
The Wronged LADY:
OR, THE
Young Nobleman's Dying LAMENTATION,
FOR
The LORD's Daughter of Leicestershire;
Who lately broke her Heart for the love of him: the Remembrance of which he
laid to Heart, so that it cost him his Life also. To the Tune of, If Love's a
sweet Passion, etc.
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WAs ever young Noble so tortur'd as I?
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Under a guilty Conscience in sorrow I lye,
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Having wronged a Lady who did me adore,
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All the World is not able her Life to restore.
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Come release me, release me ye Powers above,
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Let me lye in the Grave by my Lady and Love.
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Most like a false Lover, I acted my part,
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For I having betray'd her young innocent heart,
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To another fair Beauty in love did I go,
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Which immediately proved her sad Overthrow.
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Now release me, release me ye Powers above,
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Let me lye in the Grave by my Lady and Love.
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This life is a torment which I cannot bear,
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Here is nothing but anguish and woful dispair,
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E'ry moment my Dearest runs fresh in my mind,
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Not an hour or minute of joy can I find:
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Then release me, release me ye Powers above,
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Let me lye in the Grave by my Lady and Love.
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Why did I expose her to sorrow and grief?
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When it lay in my power to yield her relief.
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Now alas! 'tis too late to recal her again;
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I am left now to feel this sad torment and pain.
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Then release me, release me ye Powers above,
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Let me lye in Grave by my Lady and Love.
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So soon as soft slumber e're closes mine eyes,
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I am seiz'd with a frightful and sudden surprize,
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For methinks that I hear her sad passionate moan,
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So that I have no pleasure but torments alone:
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Then release me, release me ye Powers above,
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Let me lye in the Grave by my Lady and Love.
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Sometimes in a Dream or a Vision I see,
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My fair Beautiful Lady stand weeping by me,
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Still intreating I'd make now no longer delay,
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But to leave this vain World here and hasten away:
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Then release me, release me ye Powers above,
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Let me lye in the Grave by my Lady and Love.
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I slighted the Vows which between us had past,
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Till I now am awaken'd by Conscience at last;
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And my heart here with sorrow is ready to break,
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I can part with the Joys of the World for her sake
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Then release me, release me ye Powers above,
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Let me lye in the Grave by my Lady and Love.
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I value no Beautiful Creature alive,
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Nay, nor would I here longer my Lady survive,
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Let the arrows that wounded the heart of my Dear
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Do the like for her Lover who langushing hear,
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Wou'd expire, and begs of the Powers above,
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For to lye in the Grave by my Lady and Love.
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The flames of a Feaver does burn in my breast,
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Let me go to that injured Soul which doth rest
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In the Regions of Joy, where sweet pleasure does flow
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I am weary of living, now, now let me go:
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O release me, release me you Powers above,
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Let me lye in the Grave by my Lady aad Love.
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FINIS.
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