TYRANNICK LOVE
Or, The mournful Lovers complaint against his cruel Mistriss.
Being the passions of Phaon for the Nymph Morena.
O boundless Love, where hast thou Phaon driven,
What Sea is this that tosses up to Heaven,
And down to Hell evn in a Moments space,
Tis Love and Lovers find no resting place,
That is such Lovers that do Love like him
Who through a flood of tears to her woud swim,
But she disdainful, proud, denyes his love,
For which to her may all men cruel prove.
Tune of Dianas a Nymph, etc.
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I Languish all night, and I sigh all the day
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For a Mistriss that coyly does turn her away,
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Yet shes enslavd me do all what I will,
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And though she be cruel I must love her still,
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Her eyes like sharp Launces late gave me a wound,
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Yet peace I do offer, and feign woud compound,
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But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay,
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Though I languish all night and sigh all the day.
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At her Window Ive waited in winters sharp, cold,
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My passion unto her, that I might unfold,
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But in vain was my kindness for she still denyd,
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And when I look[]d on her strait turned aside,
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And for my kindness still scorn did return,
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Till fryd with a Feavour of love I did burn:
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But she flyes, but she flyes, etc.
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Her eyes like two Suns they do scorch me severe,
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Nor can I be shaded from them any where,
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But with their Beams they still do consume
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And dry up the fountains of life in their bloom;
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In the Groves & the Woods tho I mournfully sing,
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She regards not moan my dread suffering,
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But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay,
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Though I languish all night, and sigh all the day.
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On the beds of fresh flowers if I seek for ease,
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Or with sweet Musick my senses woud please,
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Methinks s[h]e does frown, and my joys are all gone,
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All my pleasures to torment my Love then does turn
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If in coole fountains Loves flames I woud slake,
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Then shed like Diana appear in the Lake,
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But she flyes, but she flyes, etc.
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Her face is so charming, so bright and so fair,
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That nothing thats mortal can with her compare,
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Which by reflection does dazle my sight,
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And puts all my reason at first view to flight,
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So that I stand speechless and feign would declare
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My passion, and with low submission prepare,
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But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay,
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Though I languish all night and sigh all the day.
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Ye cruel powers for what were she made,
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If love and obedience can never perswade
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Her to be mild and cruel no more
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To her poor Captive, that still must adore,
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Though she kill him with scorn yet he still
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Must love fair Morena do he what he will,
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But she flyes, but she flyes, etc.
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Ift be pleasure to love in such torments as these,
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Where the wretchd lover can find no ease,
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How happy are they that from love can refrain,
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Since in it theres nothing but trouble and pain,
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But my fate is such that do all what I can
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Love does or powr me and me quite unman,
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But she flyes, but she flyes, etc.
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Tis for the Dirision I lately have shown,
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To mournful sad Lovers before Love was known
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To this brest, so served Cupid Apollo, when he
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Pursud the fair Daphe till turnd to a Tree,
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But she fled all bashful a virgin, but now
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My mistriss is cruel and wont love allow,
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For she flyes, for she flyes, etc.
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Tho each Letter I write her I seal with my Tears,
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Yet she proves cruel and laughs at my cares,
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While pensive and sad I do sit all alone,
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And unto the Seas and the Winds make my moan,
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Who pitty me more than my mistriss will do,
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And will not shun my sighs when they pursue,
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But she flyes, but she flyes, etc.
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Then let all those who have scapd Cupids Net,
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Which he in the eyes of fair females does set,
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To Captivate Princes and Pesants beware
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Least with me they complain when took in the snare,
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Who though she enslaves me do all what I will,
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And though she prove cruel yet must love her still.
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But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay,
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Though I languish all night and sigh all the day.
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