An Excellent New Song
Called The
CRUEL LOVER,
OR, THE
Constant Virgins Lamentation.
To a pleasant New Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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OH my dearest Dear, be not so severe,
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do not, do not, do not me disdain;
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I do implore, I can love no more,
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Constant Lovers should be lov'd again.
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My dear to you my love is true,
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Therefore do not, do not, me disdain,
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Here I weeping lye, and for mercy cry,
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Hoping that you will come to ease my pain.
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Oh Unhappy Fate, now I mourn too late;
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I am left my sorrows to deplore,
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Since my dear is gone whom I doted on,
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I shall never, never see him more.
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Oft he swore to be constant unto me,
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And that he would never cruel prove ,
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But with grief I find he has chang'd his mind,
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For he now has got another love.
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My cruel Lover never would give ore,
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Till that he had got my heart from me:
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Oh cruel creature to abuse good nature,
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And to rob me of my liberty.
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Cupid shoot an arrow, quickly pierse him thorow,
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Make him make him feel what I indure,
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For 'tis only he that caus'd my misery,
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And tis he alone can kill or cure.
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He has me forsaken, and has another taken,
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Cause that she has got more gold that I,
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O you powers of love that does rule above,
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Punish punish him for Perjury.
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M aidens all take care, of men beware,
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For they will protest most true to be;
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And if you prove kind, they will change mind
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And will court the very next they see.
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I oprest with Grief, can have no Relief,
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Since my dearest dear is fled from me:
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Thus I find in vain, still I may complain,
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For he will not, will not pitty me.
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Death come shoot your dart , ease me of my smart ,
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Do not do not let me live in pain;
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Since my dears untrue , to the world I bid adieu ,
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And to all false men thats left behind.
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