THE
Young-mans Lamentation,
OR, Love and Loyalty Rewarded with Cruelty.
To an Excellent New Play-house Tune. Licens'd according to Order.
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I.
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I Am so sick of Love,
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I can neither stand nor go,
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But like a Drunken Reeling man,
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I waver too and fro.
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II.
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My heart is as heavy as Lead,
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and as Cold as the Marble-Stone;
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And now my true love is from me fled,
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and where shall I make my Moan?
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III.
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For Love is a little Dwarf,
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and Love is a Gyant tall,
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And Love is King in every thing,
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Love Conquers one and all.
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IV.
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The Champion in the Field,
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may stand by force of Arms,
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But yet he must submit and yield
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to Loves alluring Charms.
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V.
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I fancy'd a Lass of late,
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and priz'd her more dear than Gold,
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But now she has chose another Mate,
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and left me in Cupid's Fold.
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VI.
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Her Frowns I did dayly bear,
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and ne'r could a Smile obtain,
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My innocent heart is kill'd with care,
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while she did Tyrant Reign.
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VII.
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My Person she did abuse,
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revil'd me many a time,
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Yet I my dearest cou'd excuse,
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and pardon her greatest Crime.
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VIII.
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For Love it will spy no fault,
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nor Love it will see no Sin,
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But every corner of my heart,
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Love gently creepeth in.
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IX.
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O gentle God of Love,
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come ease me of my smart,
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And heal this killing Wound you gave,
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that bleeds within my heart.
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X.
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My passion I cannot bear,
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my blessings are turn'd to grief,
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O do not suffer me to dispair,
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but yield me some relief.
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XI.
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Sweet Cupid now be so kind,
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to send Arrows from thy Bow,
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And make her now to love be inclind'd,
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whether she will or no.
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XII.
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Which will my blessings increase,
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and I with Comfort be Crown'd,
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And you a Captive will release,
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who in his Fetters lies bound.
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XIII,
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But if that you can't confine
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my dearest to love again,
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Shoot home into this heart of mine,
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for why shou'd I live in Pain.
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XIII.
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I willingly would repair
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unto the Eliziums sweet,
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Among the wronged Lovers there,
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my Injuries to repeat.
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