Love's Lamentable Tragedy:
When cruel Lovers prove unkind,
Great Sorrow they procure.
But such strange Pains the Slighted find
That they cannot endure,
To a pleasant new play house Tune
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TEnderHearts of London City
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Now be mov'd with grief & pity
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since by Love I am undone,
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Now I languish in my Anguish,
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too too soon my Heart was won,
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By him I am strangely slighted
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In whom I so long delighted,
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he unkindly shews Disdain,
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And my Grief is past Relief.
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alas my Heart will break with pain
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Daemon you my Passion knew well,
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How then could you be so cruel,
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first my Heart to set on fire,
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Then to leave me, and deceive me,
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when I granted your desire
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Come and see me as I'm lying,
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Bleeding for your sake and dying,
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yet my Ghost shall trouble you
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When I depart with broken Heart,
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then all your Comforts bid adieu,
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Thou shalt never be contented
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But by Night and Day tormented,
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since thou wert so false to me;
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Celia dying thus lay crying.
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I will be a Plague to thee.
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Down her cheeks the Tears did trikle,
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Blaming Daemon too too fickle,
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till her tender Heart was broke:
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Discontented thus she fainted,
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yielding to Death's fatal stroak,
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When this News to him was carried,
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All his Joys were spoil'd and marred
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and his Heart was fill'd with pain,
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Still expressing what a Blessing
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he had lost by his Disdain.
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OH! ye powers be kind unto me
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Else my Sorrows will undo me,
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I am so perplext in Mind:
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I deny'd her, and defy'd her,
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that was Loving, Chaste, and Kind.
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Now methinks I'm strangely daunted,
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By her Ghost I shall be haunted
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wheresoever I do go,
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I shall see her mine own Dear,
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since I wrought her Overthrow,
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Thus he pausing stood and thinking
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Looking as if he were sinking,
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while his Countenance grew pale,
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Death come ease me, quickly seise me,
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for methinks my Spirits faill,
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In his Conscience he was wounded,
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And his Senses were confounded,
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Tears ran trickling from his Eye
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But his Sorrow pierc'd him thorow:
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then he vow'd for Love to die.
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Then his Joints began to shiver,
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Straight he walkes unto a River.
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there to build his watry Tomb
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Often crying, and replying,
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Celia now I come I come.
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