The Young Mans Answer: Or, his Dying Breath,
Lamenting for his fair Cordelias Death.
To a Delightful New Tune.
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Come on
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thou fat[a]l messenger from her thats gone
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lest I alone
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Within that quenchless flame for ever fry;
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The Lake
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Of love being kindled, wherein none can take
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rest, but wake,
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Where slumber ha[t]h no power to close the eye;
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Whilst I
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That by my fair Cordelia
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desire to take asleep,
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With lids wide spread upon my bed
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am forcd a watch to keep:
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And she
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That waited many tedious hours,
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my constancy to try,
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Is now at rest, while I opprest,
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fain would but cannot dye.
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Dispatch
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Thou scorching fury, quickly now dispatch,
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by Death I watch.
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To be releast from this tormenting flame;
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The Dart
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Sent from dread Cupid, sticks fast in my heart,
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I wanting art,
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Had not the power for to resist the same
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Though she
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Who by her late acknowledgment,
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profest thou hadst no craft,
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Yet from thy bow thou madst her know
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what power lay in the shaft:
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Yut then
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Bhou sentst another arrow
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which me of hopes bereft,
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Most like a foe to wound me so,
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for whom no cure is left.
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Wherefore
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Did you Physitians give my mistress ore?
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had you no more
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Experience, but what you in books have read?
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Or why
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(You learned Doctors) did you cease to try
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your skills, when I
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Might have revivd her if shed not been dead?
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And yet
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Suppose that I in Person
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had present been to view her;
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Is there such grace in any face
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to work so great a cure?
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But now
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Im come too late to kiss her,
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which were it not in vain,
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After her death Id spend my breath
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to fetch her back again.
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Unto
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The fair Elizium thither will I go,
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whereas I know
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She is amongst these sacred ones preferd,
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When I
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Shall be admitted for to come so nigh,
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pardon ill cry
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For my long absence, wherein I have errd:
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And since
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By her I was esteemd
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so much on earth being here,
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Hence for her sake no rest Ill take,
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till I have found her there.
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No more,
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But only I desire
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to hear my passing bell;
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That Virgins may lament the day
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of Gerhards last farewel.
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