NO LOVE, NO LIFE,
OR,
Damon comforted in Distress.
You that are adorn'd with Beauty,
do not thus your love disdain;
Count not it to be their duty,
for to languish thus in pain.
To the Tune of, Tender Hearts of London City.
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DAmon in the Shades was walking,
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With fair Phillis he was talking,
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their discourse was terms of Love,
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He was kind, as you shall find,
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and evermore did faithful prove.
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In his arms he did imbrace her,
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Vowing he would ne'r disgrace her,
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but would still maintain the praise
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Of the Creature, whose Sweet Feature
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was the Glory of her days.
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Young men they will seem most grateful
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When their hearts are most deceitful,
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thus they draw Maids in a Snare,
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And deceive them, thus they leave them,
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fill their hearts with grief and care.
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Oh my Love I am more loyal,
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Phillis do but make a Tryal,
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I will ever constant be,
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The heart of mine, is surely thine,
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I love none in the world but thee.
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How many Maidens thus have dyed,
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When their Loves have them denyed,
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this we find of late is true,
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Then with tears, and frights, and fears,
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they, sighing, bid the world adieu.
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To escape from him she strived,
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Of his joys he was deprived,
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grieving at her high disdain;
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He was vexed, and perplexed,
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yet he call'd her back again.
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She regarded not his passion,
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Leaving him in desperation,
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till sweet Cupid with his Bow,
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Sent a Dart which pierc'd her heart,
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and said it must and shall be so.
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When she found that she was wounded,
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She with sighs and sorrows swooned,
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then again she did revive,
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She confessed, she was blessed
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with the sweetest Man alive.
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Here I sigh, lament and languish,
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How can I endure this anguish,
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I am in a Sea of woe:
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This sad tryal, my denyal,
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proves my fatal overthrow:
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With what language did he greet me,
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And with smiles he did intreat me,
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yet I still did him deny,
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My disdain, increase my pain,
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I for love shall surely Dye;
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All her Sorrows thus he heared,
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Then he presently appeared,
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she to him with comfort smil'd,
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Then with kisses their sweet blisses,
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all their sorrows had beguil'd:
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Thus their hearts were both united,
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She with him was much delighted,
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thus their troubles had an end;
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Sorrow ceased love increased,
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Cupid surely was their friend:
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