The Despairing
Lovers Complaint
FOR
CELIAS Unkindness.
To an Excellent New Tune. Licensed according to Order.
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1.
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FOrgive me if your looks I thought,
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Did once some change discover,
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To be too Jealous is a fault
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of every tender lover.
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My looks those kind reproaches show,
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which you blame so severely,
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A sign, alas! you little know,
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what 'tis to love sincerely.
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2.
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The torments of a long despair,
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I did in silence smother,
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But 'tis a pain I cannot bear
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to think you love another.
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My fate alone depends on you,
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I am but what you make me,
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Divinely blest if you prove true,
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undone if you forsake me.
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3.
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There is no one but only you,
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that I do thus admrie,
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And dearest Celia there's but few,
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whose love is so entire,
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Then cease, Oh! cease your cruelty,
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and prove but kind unto me,
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O do not, do not torture me
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for fear you quite undo me.
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4.
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What is the reason, cruel Maid,
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that you do thus deceive me,
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When oftentimes you promised
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that you would never leave me,
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You love to hear me thus complain,
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and thus to see me languish,
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You glory, glory in my pain,
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and triumph in my anguish.
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5.
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Forgive me if I you accuse
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for loving of another,
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I think I do not you abuse,
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since that I do discover
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Your cruelty to me of late,
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when I for love implore ye,
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Be kind or cruel, 'tis my fate,
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that I must still adore ye.
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6.
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But if you any mercy have,
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come quickly and relieve me,
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O do not, do not dig my grave,
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but now from death reprieve me,
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My life or death depends on you,
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then do not wretched make me,
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For I shall live if you prove true,
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but dye if you forsake me.
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