Unconstant Phillis.
OR,
The Unfortunate Shepherds Lamentation.
A Shepherd Swain in Love with Phillis fair,
By her disdain is brought to such dispair;
That doubtless he will dye without relief,
Such is his sorrow, and so great his grief,
His Phillis lovd him once, but he neglected
The present time and now he is rejected.
to an excellent new Play-house Tune; Or, Tell me no more you love.
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HOw cruel is fortune grown,
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to turn all my hops to dispair?
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From bliss I am headlong thrown,
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and banisht the sight of my dear:
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Grant me some pitty kind heaven,
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to my sorrows afford some relief,
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Or let my poor soul be given,
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a Martyr unto my grief.
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All night I can take no rest,
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but Phillis is still in my mind,
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In dreams I with her am blest,
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but waking I find her unkind:
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Which pierceth my heart full sore,
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and wounds me in every vein,
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So much that I cry and roar,
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whilst she triumphs in disdain.
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Ah Phillis remember yet,
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what pleasing delights I gave,
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I am sure you cant forget,
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you said I was brisk and brave:
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Twas under the Sycamore tree,
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then, then, O then that same time,
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You vowd that you did love me,
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and counted not love a crime.
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Those kisses you gave me then,
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will witness against your hate,
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Come kiss me so once agen,
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and ile never complain of my fate:
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Those delights you would equally share,
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which were you consenting youd find;
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Come hangt never sigh nor fear,
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but dot with a willing mind.
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If that I for love should dye,
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youd want such a faithful friend,
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You know it as well as I,
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I need not myself commend:
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Your kindness ile reward,
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and doubly your love ile requite,
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Then Phillis my suit regard,
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and rob me not of my right.
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Ah! was it not better far,
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when lovingly we did meet;
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Then cruel thus as you are,
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with hatred your Lover to greet:
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That life which doth yet remain,
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to love I forever resign,
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And though I do suffer pain,
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the fault shall be none of mine.
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I am plungd in a desperate Pool
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of folly, as well as Love,
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For he is a negligent Fool,
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that will not his time improve:
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My Phillis once gave me her heart,
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and lovd me more dearer then life,
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She vowd she would never part,
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but live with me as a wife.
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I trusted too much on her vow,
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and was not so fond as she,
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Which makes me repent it now,
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because she is cruel to me:
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This makes me distracted and mad,
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and shall never be quiet in mind,
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To think of those joys I have had,
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and find pritty Phillis unkind.
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Ye powers of Love can tell,
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my passion is true and just,
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My Phillis I love so well,
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that without her I perish must:
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So passionate is my desire,
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and so eagerly burns the flame,
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That gladly I could expire,
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repeating her very name.
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Ile to her, and once agen
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my desperate sorrows relate,
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One smile would relieve my pain,
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and banish my threatning fate:
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If now I do fancy aright,
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& the God of love stand but my friend,
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Then I shall have such delight,
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that never can have
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