The False-hearted Lover,
WHO
Lately courted a Damsel in Wood's-Close near St. John's-street, and
after he had obtained her Love, left her and Married another, at which she
broke her Heart with very Grief, and was buried in the Parish of St. James
Clerkenwell, to the unspeakable Grief of her Relations. Tune of Celia, etc.
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LOyal Lovers far and near,
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I'd have you freely now give ear;
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This new Ditty calls for pitty,
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and a pearl lamenting Tear;
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Constant sure there scarce are any,
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Love has kill'd and wounded many.
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Constant, etc.
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II.
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One among the rest we find,
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She was of late to Love inclin'd;
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He that woo'd her, did delude her,
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and at length did prove unkind:
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For another did he leave her,
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This did soon of Life bereave her.
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For another, etc.
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III.
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Many solemn Vows he made,
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And eke with seeming passion said,
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Sweetest Jewel, be not cruel;
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thus her Heart was soon betray'd:
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But he proved most deceitfull,
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Ne'er was Lover more ungratefull.
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But he proved, etc.
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IV.
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She no sooner this did know,
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But streight her Eyes with Tears did flow,
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Often crying, and replying,
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it will prove my overthrow:
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Having marryed with another,
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I cannot my Passion smother.
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Having married, etc.
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V.
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Has he prov'd so false says she,
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Then farewell Life and Liberty,
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Gold and Treasure, Joy and Pleasure;
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what is all the World to me:
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Since my Dear, and chiefest Blessing,
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Now another is possessing.
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Since my Dear, etc.
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V.
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To my Chamber will I take,
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In private there my moan I'll make:
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Death doth sieze me, Sighs will ease me,
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then my yielding Heart shall break:
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I this day with Love am wounded,
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And with Grief and Care surrounded.
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I this day, etc.
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VII.
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O what scorching flames I feel,
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The which no mortal can conceal:
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In sad anguish, here I languish,
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with sad sighs I now reveal:
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What sad Torment I lie under,
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E'er my Heart will break in sunder.
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What sad, etc.
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VIII.
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Through my Heart in e'ery Vein,
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I feel a most Tormenting pain;
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And desire, to Expire,
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Love thou prov'st my fatal bane
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For thy sake I here lie Dying,
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And my Soul is from me flying.
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For whose sake, etc.
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IX.
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Conscience may awaken thee,
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When I am in the Grave, said she,
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With sad horror, grief, and sorrow;
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knowing you have Murther'd me:
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And my bleeding Ghost may hover,
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To affright a perjur'd Lover.
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And my bleeding, etc.
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X.
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Farewell Friends, and Damsels all,
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Into the Hands of Death I fall,
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Who will lay me, and convey me,
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where my Soul for ever shall
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Feel no more of Loves displeasure,
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But enjoy Celestial Treasure,
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Feel no more, etc.
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