Loves Torments Eased by Death: Or,
Lovers Delayd, grow Desperate.
Being a Relation how a young Gallant thinking he was despised by Cloris, poysoned
himself, the which the Nymph understanding by a Letter that she found lying by
him, ran Distracted, etc.
Cevus by Loves fierce Shaft tormented lyes,
Dispairing of all Cure, self-poysond Dyes.
Leaving a Letter that containd the cause
Of his sad fate, which Cloris finds, does pause,
A while upon them with the sense of grief,
Distracted grows, admitting no relief.
To a pleasant New Court-Tune: Or, Phillis thou soul of Love.
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BEauty thou Throne of Graces,
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Bright Queen of Charmed faces,
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Thou Goddess of endless Passion,
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Thou Tyrant of the Nation:
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Thou Soul that doth incharm us,
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Thou Fury sent to harm us;
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How happy shoud we be?
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Proud foe wert not for thee.
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Numerous shining Glories,
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Adorn my Lovely Cloris;
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Her Face as bright as Summer,
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Her Pride did well become her:
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Her Praise above was given,
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Each Angel flew from Heaven;
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And smiling clapd his Wing,
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For joy to hear her sing.
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My Soul was still admiring,
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Her falshood still aspiring:
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I strongly did besiege her,
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Yet ner durst disobleige her,
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But she like frosty weather,
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Nipd all my Buds together:
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Believing me untrue,
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My poor heart did undoe.
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The Second part, to the same Tune.
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WIth cruelty pursuing,
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Until she provd my ruine:
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My youthful joys consuming,
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And blasted love just blooming:
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Which must have fatal ending,
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Now Death on mes descending,
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Der sing torments new,
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My poor heart to subdue.
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Grief shall no more distress me,
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Nor wounding love oppress me:
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This mortal Poyson tasted,
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To shades below Im hasted:
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Tis done ye cruel powers,
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Death now that Love devours,
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With his bright Shaft strikes through,
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My heart for ever true.
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Which Cloris Love undoing,
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Has forcd upon sad ruine;
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No more the Light desiring,
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But to dark shades retiring,
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Among Ghosts to be telling,
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In my Elizium dwelling,
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How thinking me untrue,
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My poor heart did undoe.
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Fair Tyranness I leave thee,
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Thy Charms of Life bereave me;
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Under this shade where Eying,
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The first I will be dying:
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Farewel my hope for ever,
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My Love and Life together:
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But this the World shall shew
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What did my heart undoe.
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Which he no sooner saying,
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But from his bosome drawing,
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He by him layd the Paper,
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When with a sigh his Tapour
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Of Life from Earth ascended,
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And so his torments ended:
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Whom Cloris thought untrue,
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And his heart did undoe.
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He no sooner dying,
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But Cloris that way prying,
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Beheld her cruel conquest,
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At which with fear being Non-plust:
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She started, but desire
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Made her full soon draw nigher:
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Whereby the Root she knew,
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Which did his heart undoe.
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And that her charming Beauty,
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To which he long payd duty,
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Had been his overthrowing,
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Which she no sooner knowing:
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But sighd, woes me, and crying,
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Alas! while I was trying,
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His constancy so true,
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I did his heart undoe.
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The which no longer hearing,
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But golden Trifles tearing,
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Her Ivory Breast still smiting,
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Distraction so inciting:
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And frantick loud did clamour,
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Nor could the wood-Nymphs tame her,
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But crying false untrue,
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That coudst thy Love undoe.
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She through the Groves does wander,
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Traceing each Meander,
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Against the Fates exclaiming,
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And her own hard heart blaming:
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And comfortless deceived,
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But quite of sense bereaved,
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She crys, Ah me! untrue,
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That could my Love undoe.
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