THE
Bleeding Lovers Lamentation:
OR,
Fair Clorindas sorrowful Complaint for the loss of her
Unconstant Strephon.
To the Tune of, The Ring of Gold.
Licensed according to Order.
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RAnging the silent shade
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seeking for Pleasure,
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I heard a fair young Maid
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weep out of measuree:
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Her curled locks she tore
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and often crying,
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Strephon whom I ador
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is from me flying.
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Sure by some charming Saint
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he is deluded,
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While here in sad complaint
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I lye excluded
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From all the Joys of love,
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and grief lye under.
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My sorrows to remove,
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heart break in sunder.
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O Strephon most unkind
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how could you leave me
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With a tormented mind,
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the which doth grieve me,
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Return, return again
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whom I admire,
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Or in tormenting pain
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I shall expire.
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AAlas you little know
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how I lye bleeding,
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These melting tears that flow
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for me are pleading,
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Let them some pity find,
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do not destroy me;
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I am to love inclin'd,
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let me enjoy thee.
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In vain this moan I make,
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he will not hear me,
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Altho' my heart should break
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he'll not come near me;
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But Violates the Laws
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of Lovers passion,
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What have I done to cause
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this seperation.
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None had my heart but he
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ever in keeping,
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This said immediately,
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she fell a weeping,
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Her hands as white as Snow,
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she wrung them, crying,
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Down to the shades below,
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my soul is flying.
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My last Farewel I'll write
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and leave behind me,
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Since he for ruine quite
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thus hath design'd me,
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When he the same shall read,
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it may offend him;
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A mournful life he'll lead,
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grief may attend him.
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When he shall call to mind
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what Vows he made me,
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Seeming to love inclin'd
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he betray'd me:
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This may his Soul enslave
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and cause his weeping,
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While in the silent Grave
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I shall lye sleeping.
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Death ease me of the smart
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which I lye under,
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And let this stubborn heart
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now break in sunder.
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Why should I live to feel
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loves flaming fire,
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Which I cannot conceal,
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let me expire.
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Once more her melting eyes
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like Fountains flowing
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And with relenting Crys,
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said she I'm going.
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Farewel thou perjur'd swain
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who from me parted,
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Thou hast a lover slain
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being hard hearted.
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