The Disdainful Virgin led Captive:
OR,
Cupids Triumph over Pride:
BEING
Rosilindas Warning-piece to all ambitious Females; or,
Self-admiring Lasses.
A most Delightful New Play Song:
Fair Rosilinda Lovers does disdain,
Till Cupids Shaft does wound her with loves pain,
A Feavor then does seize on every part,
And makes a Conquest ore her stubborn heart:
While she confesses, and for pardon sues,
Who late disdaind, now most submissive wooes:
So powerful is Loves Scepter, such command
It claims, that none against its force can stand.
To a New play-house Tune, Viz. Ah cruel Bloody Fate, etc.
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BRight as the Noon-day Sun,
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the Nymph she sat a while,
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And then she thus begun,
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whilst that a pleasing Smile,
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Ore spread the Beauties of her Face,
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as when the Morning Light,
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Does guild the Skies,
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With its Up-rise,
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and puts the Shades to fligh[t.]
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Alas how am I Wooed,
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what Conquests do I gain!
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She cryd, by Love pursud,
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while Lovers suffer pain:
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Yet I am Coy and will not yield,
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unto Loves powerful Dart,
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But do prevail,
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Gainst all that assail,
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and make them feel the smart.
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No sooner this Loves God,
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heard the proud Nymph proclaim,
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But from his high aboad,
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as swift as Lightning came:
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And from his Quiver drew a Shaft,
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pointed with strong Desire;
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Which in her Breast,
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He did fix so fast,
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as kindld there Loves fire.
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At which she starting, cryd,
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ah me! what change is this,
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Im like a Phoenix tryd,
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yet know not what to wish:
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Ah! pitty, now, Loves God she sighd,
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I have Rebellious been;
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Unto thy Power,
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Which I now must adore,
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and bow before Loves Queen.
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Stay gentle Cupid heal
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the wound that thou hast made,
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My weakness ile reveal,
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the Love-sick Nymph then said:
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Then from her Breast a Burning sigh,
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she breathd and blushd for shame,
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To be ore powerd
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Who so lately towerd,
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in triumph ore Loves flame.
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Then from her bright eyes fell,
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a showre of Christial tears,
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Alas! must I now dwell,
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she cryd, amidst these Cares:
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Ah me! to Love, and know not whom,
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possessd with strange Desires,
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While my Delight,
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Has all taken flight,
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Sweet Cupid quench these fires.
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Send me a Lover now,
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to ease my cruel smart,
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Level thy Conquering Bow,
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at some kind Youth, whose heart
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Applyd to mine, may take away
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the Feavor that has seizd:
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That so my pain,
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May no longer remain,
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but I may find some ease.
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Too fierce, too fierce-wing God,
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thy Arrows do consume,
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And with fresh wounds so load,
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till more can find no room:
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Sweet Venus pitty now, she cryd,
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I yield unto thy might;
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Nor can I bear,
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Chastizements severe,
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oh wreck not thus thy spight.
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My Crime I now confess,
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and lay ambition down,
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No more shall Pride possess,
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my Beauty I disown:
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Come then kind Youth who ere thou a[rt]
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for whom unknown I burn,
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That I in thee,
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Now may Happy be,
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before I Ashes turn.
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Virgins take warning now,
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(she sighd) and be not proud,
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But kindness still allow,
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when Love to you is vowd:
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Oh! set not by your gaudy Blooms,
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lest Cupids anger rise,
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And then like me,
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Will such Beauties be,
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his Flaming sacrifice.
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