EBBA 32325
Huntington Library - Bindley (formerly Luttrell)
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The Despairing Lover A New Song.
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How long dye Mean to Torture mee in Loves hot Scorching Flames Cloris what time Shall I gett
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free from Loves fantastick Dreams, never, that Sad Infernall Sound does daily Reach
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mine ear: and ever racks that bleeding wound which for your Sake which for your Sake I beare:
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That I do Love Cloris you know
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My greif to you I tell
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My over fondness of you Showes
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That I have lovd too well
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And in requitall of my Love
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You blast me with a breath
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The wounds you gave will fatall prove
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Each frown pronounce
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Each frown pronouncing Death
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It greives my heart to See you chuse
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My Rivall in my Room
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And unconcernd tell him the News
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On Mee youve past your Doom
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My Injurd Ghost when ere I Dy
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Shall never let you rest
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But hovering in the Ayr shall fly
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and Steal
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And Steal into your brest
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Thus I Torment my Self and doubt
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that you unconstant are
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You know true Love is nere without
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Great jealousies and feares
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Than pardon the distracted thoughts
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Of one you know is true
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One Love has in Subjection brought
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and made a Slave
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And made a Slave to you
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If you have any pitty left
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than Show it now and Save
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Him who Despaires of finding rest
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and dont you Digg my Grave
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For if I dy through your Neglect
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pray write this on my Tomb
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My Judg being Fair I did expect
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a favoura
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A favourable Doom
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And since you did my woes procure
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Ile try if Torments can
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Increase my flame or help to cure
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a love distracted Man
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Ile find some sure yet speedy way
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to end my miserie
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Too long my ruin I delay
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and yet seem loath
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And yet seem loath to Dy
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Ile place my self on Caucasus
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and there Ile lend such Groanes
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Shall scare the Damnd Prometheus
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with my Sad frightfull Tones
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Ile make the Vultures quit their prey
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and feed upon my brest
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For through this meanes perhaps I may
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find hopes of have
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Find hopes of having rest.
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