Constant Coridon;
OR,
Coy CLORINDA's unspeakable Cruelty.
To an Excellent New Tune: Or, See yonder she Swims, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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ONe Morning in pleasant weather,
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a Heavenly sight was seen,
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Young Goddesses met together,
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upon a Delightful Green,
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On Lutes they were sweetly playing
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Which then did most pleasant prove,
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I felt in an hours staying,
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the violent flames of Love.
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2.
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No Minnaway Dance, or Boree,
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was ever so sweet a strain,
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Now while I beheld the Glory
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of Flora's delightful Train,
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My sences was soon surrounded,
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these Eyes I could not remove,
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Untill my poor heart was wounded,
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with Violent shames of Love,
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3.
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Clorinda the sweetest Creature,
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on her did I fix my Eyes,
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Whilst viewing each Charminging feature,
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my sences she did surprise,
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For ever I will adore her,
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I swear by the powers above,
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I'll honour no Nimph before her,
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if that she will grant me Love.
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4.
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Then coming with all submission,
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unto my sweet Charming Saint,
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Delivering my Petition,
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With sorrowful sad Complaint,
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Desiring she'd behold me,
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who ever would Loyal prove,
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With Angry frowns she told me,
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She never did mean to Love.
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5.
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With Languishing heart I waited,
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to Conquor and win the field;
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And every truth related,
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my Passion I ne'er conceal'd:
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Then proffering to advance her,
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if that she would constant prove,
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But straight she return'd this Answer,
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she never did mean to Love.
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6.
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Her Conquering Eyes hath wounded
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my innocent melting heart,
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In sorrow I am surrounded,
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I never felt greater smart,
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When ever I chance to meet her,
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and tell her I'll Loyal prove,
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She frowns when I do intreat her,
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and vows she will never love.
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7.
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She's fled to the Shades and left me,
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by Conquering Beauty slain,
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Of Glory and Joy bereaft me,
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true Love is a killing pain,
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My Heart it is wrack'd in sunder,
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no pity that Saint will move,
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Distraction I here lye under,
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by violent flames of Love.
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8.
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I find her both Coy, and Cruel,
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which Tortours me day and night,
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Yet I must adore that jewel,
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although she distroys me quite,
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My fancy can no ways waver,
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for ever I'll Loyal prove
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And dye if I may not have her,
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by violent flames of Love.
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