The Dispairing Youths Grief
Crowned with Joy and Happiness,
By the Return of his Dear LOVE.
Forsaken Lovers thus Complain,
nay, and for Death will call;
But when their Loves return again,
amends is made for all.
To the Tune of, Black and Sullen hour.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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ADieu my Dear whom I adore,
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thou art the cause of all my grief,
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I never shall behold thee more,
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here am I left without Relief:
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It was in thee I plac'd my chiefest Bliss,
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But now thy Company I miss;
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But now thy Company I miss;
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Alas! what Grief and Torment's this!
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Alas! what Grief and Torment's this!
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I must exclaim against you now,
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whose heart wi[l]l not with pitty move,
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Could you so soon forget your Vow,
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and violate the Laws of Love!
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No Creature e're ador'd you more than I,
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Yet, yet I here in sorrow lye:
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Yet, yet I here, etc.
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And all through your Inconstancy,
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And all through your Inconstancy.
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When I am in my Nights Repose,
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methinks I have her in my Arms,
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Where I most tenderly inclose
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thee with a thousand pleasing Charms:
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But when I wake and find it nothing so,
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My heart is fill'd with Grief and woe;
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My heart, etc.
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Alas! I know not where to go;
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Alas I know not where to go.
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FAin would I cast thee from my mind,
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but yet alas! 'tis all in vain;
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No joy or Comfort can I find,
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while you requite me with disdain:
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And leave me here a Lover quite forlorn,
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Well may I wish I'd ne'r been born;
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Well may, etc.
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Then live the object of your scorn;
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then live the Object of your scorn.
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Since I am thus in sorrow slain,
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by the departure of my dear,
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You gentle Winds that Fans the Plains,
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convey these tydings to my Dear:
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And let her understand my grief and woe,
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Who knows but she may pitty show;
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Who knows, etc.
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Why should she seek my overthrow?
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Why should she seek my overthrow?
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He had no sooner spoke this word,
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but then her heart began to yern,
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No longer Grief she could afford,
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said she, I perfectly discern
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Thy Love is Loyal, therefore till I dye,
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Take hand and heart, my dear, for why;
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Take hand and heart, etc.
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I cannot leave thee, no not I;
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I cannot leave thee, no not.
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Then turned he his head aside,
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most chearfully he then did seem,
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Is this my Jewel? he reply'd,
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or is it some deluding Dream?
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No, no, 'tis I, then leave lamenting o're,
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For all thy blessings i'le restore;
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For all thy, etc.
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We ne'r will be divided more;
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We ne'r will be divided more.
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Tho' I withdrew myself some time,
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it was to prove thy Constancy,
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But dearest pardon me this Crime,
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who from my promise cannot flye:
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My heart in purity I still did save,
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Which none alive but thee shall have;
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Which none alive but thee shall have:
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I come to heal the wound I gave;
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I come to heal the Wound I gave.
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