Cruel CELIA:
OR, THE
LOVER'S COMPLAINT.
An Excellent new Song, to an new Tune.
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NO, no, poor soveraign heart, no change endeavour, Chuse to sustain the smart, rather then leave her; My ravisht eyes behold such charms about her, I can dye with her, but not live without her: One tender sigh from her, to see me languish, Will more then pay the price of my past anguish. Beware, oh cruel fair! how you smile on me, 'Twas a kind look of thine that has undone me.
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(2)
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Love has in store, for me one happy minuit,
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And she must end my pain, that did begin it;
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Then so divine a bliss, and pleasures leaving,
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Ages will slide away without perceving:
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Cupid shall guard the door, the more to please her,
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And keep out time and death, when they would seize her;
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Time and death shall depart, and say, when flying,
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Love has found out away to live by dying.
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(3)
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Since none, none, but Caelia, can ever content me,
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It is none but you, that does torment me;
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For I have suffer'd much to give you quiet,
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My heart's your sacrifice, can you deny it:
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One tender glance from you, first made me languish,
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And now the same would do to ease my anguish;
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You are the only fair that I admire,
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And there is none but you that I desire.
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(4)
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Oh! my fair Caelia, what is the occasion,
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That you do use me in this cruel fashon?
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First you pretend to love and never leave me,
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But I found presently you did deceive me;
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Sometimes you smile, but soon after frown on me,
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Betwixt your smiles and frowns you have undon me,
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Unless you pitty take and do releive me,
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And from my suffering you do reprieve me.
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(5)
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It was your beauty bright that did surprize me,
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Then do not me disdain I do advise ye;
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Cupid may take my part, and may torment you,
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Then for your cruelty you may repent you.
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Then do not tryumph o'er one with vain glory,
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When that you know I so much do adore ye,
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And will ne're leave ye, do what ye will to me,
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Tho' 'tis your cruelty that does undo me.
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