The Love-Sick LADY:
Being her sorrowful sighs for her Loyal Soldier, whom at length she enjoyd, to
her unspeakable satisfaction.
Tune of, What shall I do to show how much I l[o]ve her. Licensed according to Order.
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NEar a fair Fountain a Damsel sat weeping,
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and to her Lover she often replyd,
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Thou hast my heart and affections in keeping,
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yet of thy favours Im clearly denyd:
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How canst thou ere be so desperate cruel,
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to slight a Lover with scorn and disdain?
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Every slighting adds Flame to my Fuel,
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that I a Languishing Lover lye slain.
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Why is my Blooming fair Beauty and T[r]easure,
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so unregarded? Ah! how c[a]n you slight
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Those Snowy Mountains and Rivers of Pleasure,
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where Lovers Angle for Charming Delight?
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All that is mine thou shouldst soon be Posessing,
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could I but once be assurd of thy love,
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But youre unworthy of so great a Blessing
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since so ungrateful my Strephon can prove.
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I that have often been Courted by many,
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is now most scornfully slighted by thee,
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Others had reason, but thou neer hadst any,
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for thou wast ever right welcome to me,
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Slave to affection, and thy sweet complexion
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too much I have been, but now will no more,
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In your false love I have made an inspection,
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whom I of late did so dearly adore.
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Ah, fair young Beautiful Lady excuse me,
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think not that ere I could slight such a Saint,
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But being fearful that thou wouldst refuse me,
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I never venturd to make my complaint,
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Tho my poor heart has been fatally wounded
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by the sweet Charms from thy fair killing eyes,
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Sad sighs and sorrows my senses surrounded,
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thinking my proffered love youd despise.
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When I considerd from whence thou descended,
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by Birth and Beauty a Lady of Fame,
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Strait I concluded thou wouldst be offended,
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if the least motion of love I should name;
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Love for this reason I was not for Courting,
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so fair a Creature, and Beautiful Star,
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Being no more than a Souldier of Fortune,
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who is exposd to the hazzards of War.
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Tell me no more of Rich Friends nor Relations,
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my State and Grandeur [I] freely forsake,
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That with my love I may range Foreign Nations,
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in weal or woe there my fortune Ill take:
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Long by my smiles thou mightst freely discover,
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that I did prize and adore thee my dear,
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Therefore when this you did truly discover,
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tell me how could you have reason to fear.
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Have not I Courted you, tho against nature,
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what greater simptoms of love would you find,
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Then be no more an insensible Creature,
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since your fair Lady to love is inclind:
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Then in his Arms he did freely receive her,
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saying, sweet love thou art welcome to me,
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With solemn vows that he never would grieve her,
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but be as Loyal as Lover could be.
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