The Languishing LADY;
Or, The False-hearted Lovers Unspeakable Cruelty.
To an excellent New Tune.
WElcome Death, the Cure of all my sorrow, thou alone can'st give me ease;
Of all the Delights my Senses e're did borrow, none could e're my Fancy please:
Since Love has Transported me so in Sadness, that I Languish and Dispair;
In all the degrees of Love I find a Madness, which causes all my Grief and Care.
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II.
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When first these Eyes of mine did view him,
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O how my heart was inflam'd to Love;
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I lost my senses ever since I knew him,
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since he to me does unconstant prove:
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Love that transports me so in sadness,
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makes me languish and complain,
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O cruel Cupid, come and ease my Madness,
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let me no longer grieve in vain.
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III.
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Farewel Joy, and farewel Pleasure,
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farewel all things of Delight;
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For of Sorrow I have had my measure,
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unto all I bid Good-night:
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Farewel to him, the cause of my weeping,
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I hope he never will thrive in Love;
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And she that has gotten his heart in keeping,
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may she for ever unconstant prove.
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IV.
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Thus shall my bleeding wrongs be righted,
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while I range the silent shade,
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And my ungrateful love be requited,
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who my yielding heart betray'd:
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Long was I Woo'd before I consented
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unto the thoughts of Love, said she;
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Till he in sorrowful sighs lamented,
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blaming me for my Cruelty.
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VI.
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Now when I heard his mournful Ditty,
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wh[i]le in sights he did complain,
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I was immediately mov'd to pitty,
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granting love for love again:
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But I have found him now most deceitful,
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I of his presence am deny'd,
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Never was Lover sure so ungrateful,
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as he has been to me, she cry'd.
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VII.
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Did he not once admire my Beauty,
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and did solemnly declare,
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That he did count it a Damsels Duty,
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to be full as Kind as Fair:
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Then in his Arms he'd freely receive me,
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saying he did my Charms adore;
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Yet after all, he does slight and leave me,
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was ever Man so false before?
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VIII.
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He little knows what bitter anguish
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does my drooping Spirits seize;
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Here in this Bower I lye and languish,
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shall I never be at ease!
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Yes, when I in the Grave lye a sleeping,
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then my false love may wish in vain,
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Yet neither sorrowful sighs, nor weeping,
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e're can recall me back again.
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