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Magdalene College - Pepys
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An Excellent New SONG, E ntituled
The Loyal Ladies Love
To Her Phillander.
To an Excellent New Court Tune. Licensed according to Order .

I.

BLind fortune begone thou false partial W-,
Give me him that I love, & I'll covet no more,
L et the Ladies of Honour be Proud, Nice and Coy,
And for fear of their Fame be a fraid to enjoy,
Whilst I for my love will my Honour despise,
For the Joy of my Heart, and delight of my eyes.

II.

The Ladies at Court are Peevish and Coy,
They envy at those that love and enjoy,
Yet I at no other will ever repine,
Were Phillander , Phillander for ever but mine:
Ye Powers above 'tis you I implore,
Give me him that I love, and I'll covet no more.

III.

When first I did see him 'twas at the Court,
Amongst all the Nobles of every sort,
Yet in all that fair train there was none I did see,
So comly, so lovely, so pleasant as he,
He that very time my heart did surprize,
For he only, he delighted my eyes.

IV.

But since that my dearest is gone from the Court,
And unto a Cottage resolv'd to resort,

I'll cast all my glory and splendid away,
And after Phillander no longer will stay,
Phillander my dear 'tis you I adore,
Then give me your heart and I'll covet no more.

V.

For you wounded mine by the darts from your eyes,
And 'tis for your sake that I others despise,
'Tis only for you that I sigh and complain,
Still in hope, still in hope your love to obtain,
'Tis only for love that I do implore,
Then give me but that and I'll covet no more.

VI.

Phillander is Noble, Prudent and Wise,
Yet does from his heart earthly glory despise,
And left Courtly Pleasure to live in a Cell,
Where I with Phillander for ever could dwell,
You know mighty Powers 'tis he I adore,
Then give me but him and I'll beg for no more.

VII.

My dearest Phillander pitty my pain,
And let me no longer languish in vain,
For if that you knew what 'tis I endure,
Then sure you would presently studdy to Cure,
Phillander my love I hourly cry,
If you cruel prove poor Celia must dye.


Printed for J. Bissel at the Bible and Harp in West-Smithfield .

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