EBBA 32388

Huntington Library - Miscellaneous

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Love and Jealousie:
OR,
A Song in the Duke of GUIES.

TEll me Thirsis, tell your anguish, why you sigh, and why you languish; when

the Nymph whom you adore, Grants the blessing of possessing, what can Love

and I do more? Love and I, what can Love and I do more? what can Love and

I do more? Think tis Love beyond all measure, makes me faint away with

pleasure, strength of Cordials may destroy, and the blessing of possessing, kills

me with excess of joy. Thirsis how can I believe you, but confess and Ile forgive

you; Men are false and so are you, never Nature framd a Creature, to enjoy and

yet be true. Thirsis how can I believe you, but confess and Ile forgive you; Men

are false and so are you; never Nature framd a creature, to enjoy and yet be true.

Mines a flame beyond expiring, still possessing, still desiring, fit for Loves Imperial

Crown; ever shining, and refining, still the more tis melted down.

Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, near the Hospital-gate, in West-Smithfield: 1683.