The Constant LOVER:
OR,
Celias Glory exprest to the Life.
A pleasant new Song (as its sung after the Italian manner) and great in Request at
Court, and in the City.
To a pleasant new Tune of, Why are my Eyes still flow----------ing
This may be Printed, R.P.
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WHy are my Eyes still flow------------ing?
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why dos my Heart thus trembling move?
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Why do I sigh when go---------ing
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to see the Darling-Saint I love?
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Ah! shes my Heaven, and in my Eye
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Loves Dei---------ty:
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There is no Life like to what she can give,
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Nor any Death like taking my leave.
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Tell me no more of Glo---------ry,
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to Courts Ambition Iave resignd;
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But tell a long long sto---------ry
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of Celias Face, her Shape and Mind;
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Spake too of Raptures that woud Life destroy,
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To en---------joy:
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Had I a Diadem, Scepter and Ball,
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For that dear minute Id part with em all.
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For that woud be a Trea---------sure,
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beyond what eer the World can give;
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A joy beyond all mea---------sure,
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must needs in such Endearments live:
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Such tender Blessing, who too much can prize?
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which---------arise
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Beyond the reach of mortals tell,
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And in themselves all pleasures excell.
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Tell her those Roses blow---------ing
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that in her Face create a spring,
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Those Lillies that are grow---------ing,
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at eery sight fresh Raptures bring;
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Which breathe into my heart Loves Gentle fire
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make me---------desire
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The dear enjoyment that I long to gain
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To which I wade even in a Sea of Pain.
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Yet pains to me a Plea---------sure
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since tis for her whom I adore
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Ile wait till shes at lea---------sure
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hers with thy Captive heart restore
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Ill scorn to think I suffer when such bliss
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such---------happiness
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Aa with a Glance can banish dispair,
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Is still at hand my drooping soul to cheer.
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As when the Sun by Beam---------ing
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upon the frozen Earth unbinds;
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Her Icey Chains she seem---------ing
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dead to mankind new Life soon finds,
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Killd by the warmer Rays, she pregnant grows,
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And be---------stows,
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Her Plenty on the long expecting Swain,
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To let him see his hopes were not in vain.
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Go bear ye Winds, my sigh----------ing
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in gentle Gales to her relate;
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I languish, and am dy---------ing,
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tell her, tis she must stay my Fate:
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Tell her, her eyes have given me a Wound,
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that---------uncrownd
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All happiness that the world did yield,
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And from the Conqueror won the field.
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Loves harvest is exceed---------ing
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when his soft Fires do gently move
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When his Kindness is a breed---------ing
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in the kind hearts of those we Love:
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Breathe, breathe, these Fires into my Celias breas[t]
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To make---------me blest,
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But let the gentle flame move calmly there,
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Calm as the thoughts of new born Infants are.
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Celias Answer to the Constant Lover.
The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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WHilst Strephon was bewail---------ing,
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the absence of his charming fair,
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And thou twas nought avail---------ing,
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the Beauteous Celia she drew near:
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All gay as new blown Roses are
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She did ap---------pear;
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And hearing from the cool Grove his moan,
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She in pitty made this kind return.
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Come cease your eyes from flow---------ing,
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and let not my poor beauties move
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A Shepherd thats so know---------ing
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in all the secret ways of Love:
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Ah! sigh not after me for I,
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No Dei---------ty
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Can boast, nor give the pleasure you feign,
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Nor make you feel a moment of Pain.
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Resine not then the Glo---------ry
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that blooming youth bids you embrace,
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For things more Transi---------tory
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to dote upon a fading Face:
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Great things pursue and lay Raptures by
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Which de---------stroy
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What honours building in a mighty mind,
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Cease then to love, to your Fame be more kind.
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Where merit is command---------ing,
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and Constancy dos bear its part,
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Alass theres no withstand---------ing
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For why they storm the hardest heart.
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Long time I did a Siege sustain,
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But all in---------vain,
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For like the Winter by the Spring oerthrown,
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I melt dear Strephon and am thy own.
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If Roses they are blow---------ing
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for you theyre blooming in my Face,
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For you they there are grow---------ing
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For you the Lillies all take place;
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To please my Strephon all Conspire,
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To raise high---------er
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Loves charming Power to ravish the Mind,
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When to my dearest I strive to be kind.
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My Strephon then leave sigh---------ing
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to Winds no more your Passion breath;
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Nor speak as if a dy---------ing
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be you but constant and still live;
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Live in your kindest Celias heart let there
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Love de---------clare
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The mighty Empire you oer her have gaind
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And now a Virgins kind Heart you have chaind.
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