Loves fierce Desire, and Hopes of Recovery:
OR,
A true and brief Description of two resolved LOVERS, whose excellent
Wits, suitable Minds, and faithful Hearts one to another, shall be fully spoken off in
this following Copy of Verses.
To the Tune of, Fair Angel of England.
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NOW the Tyrant hath stolen
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My Dearest away,
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And I am confined
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With Mopsa to stay;
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Yet let Caelia remember
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How faithful Ill be,
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Neither Distance nor Absence
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Shall terifie me.
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In Volumns of Lights,
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I will send to my Dear,
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And make my own Heart
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Correspond to my Tear;
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Till the Soul of my Life
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May be pleased to see,
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How delightful her safest
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Return is to me.
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It chears my sad Heart
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To remember her Love,
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[T]hough Malice hath caused
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This sudden Remove,
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My Mind is resolved
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What ever ensue,
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Whether Sun-shine or Thunder,
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To be constant and true.
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If my Bark sail but safely
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Through this rugged Sea,
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Though with contrary Wind,
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Much tossed it be:
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In the Haven of Rest,
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And long lookd for Content,
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Ill chant forth melodious
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Songs of Merriment.
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Till then Ill retreat to
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The Forrest and mourn;
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Acteon shall eccho
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My Hound and my Horn:
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No Reynard shall escape me
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That runs on the Way,
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But Patience perforce
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I will make him to stay.
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My Heart hath enquired
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Of every Stone,
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What Convoy the Heavens
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Bequeathd to my Moon;
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For ought I can find,
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Most all are agreed,
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To rival my Hopes,
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And slacken her Speed.
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Therefore Ill sit down
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And bewail my sad Fate,
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Like the Turtle Ill mourn
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For the Loss of my Mate;
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All the Worlds greatest Glory
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Is Vexation to me,
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Till my Caelia and I,
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In our Loves may be free.
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CAELIAs Reply to her Lover.
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THY Speeches, dear Friend,
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I have well understood,
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And how in Exile
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Thou hast wandred the Wood,
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But I am resolved
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Thy Sorrows to free,
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To make thee amends,
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Ill soon come unto thee.
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Tis neither the Tyger,
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The Wolf, nor the Bear,
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Nor shall Nilus Crocodile
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Put me in Fear;
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Ill swim through the Ocean
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Upon my bare Breast,
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To find out my Darling,
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Whom I do love best.
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And when I have found him,
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With double Delight,
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Ill comfort him kindly
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By Day and by Night;
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And Ill be more faithful
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Than the Turtle Dove,
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Which never at all did
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Prove false to her Love.
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The fierce Basilisk that
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Kills with the Eye,
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Shall not have the Power,
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Once thee to come nigh;
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Ill clasp thee and hug thee
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So close in my Arms,
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Ill venture my Life
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For to save thee from Harms.
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My Lap for thy Head, Love,
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A Pillow shall be,
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And whilst thou dost sleep,
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Ill be careful of thee;
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Ill make, and Ill watch, and
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Ill kiss thee for Joy,
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And no venomous Creature
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Shall my Love annoy.
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The Satyrs shall pipe,
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And the Syrens shall sing,
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The Wood-Nymphs with Musick
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Shall make the Groves ring:
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The Horn it shall sound,
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And the Hounds make a Noise,
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To recreate my Love
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With ten thousand Joys.
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So now I am coming
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To hasten to Bed,
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Pray Heavens and Angels
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May be my good Speed:
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If Fortune me favour,
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And Seas quiet prove,
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I soon will arrive at
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The Port which I love.
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Now Caelia is gone
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To find out her Dear,
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His Heart that was sad
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To comfort and chear;
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No doubt but each other
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They lovingly greet
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When as they together
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Do lovingly meet.
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