CUPIDS revenge.
The Captive Lover once got free
Did triumph in his liberty,
But storming Cupids mighty power,
He did his freedom soon devour.
Tune, Now, now the Fight's done.
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NOw, now you blind boy I you clearly deny,
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With your Arts & your Darts that you often let fly,
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For my Heart is mine own, and so shall be sure,
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Since your wounds (Lovers say) will admit of no cure;
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But a fig for your Bow, I your tricks now despise,
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And I mind not the charms of the Fair Ladies eyes.
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Those Doaters I hate, who are won with a smile,
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While the Heart nothing means but such Fools to beguile
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And when a hand kiss can such influence have,
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Then the Lady she thinks Cupids power is brave;
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Thus men e're they think on't are caught in a snare,
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But of these idle follyes i'le still have a care.
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But in time that is past I was subject to love,
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And a smile from my dear like a heaven did prove,
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While the pains of a frown to me known too well,
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Did seem like the torments of bottomless Hell;
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But since from those dangees i'me happy and free,
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I think there's no man can be more bless'd than me.
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When in Bed I lay for want of my dear,
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My heart was oppressed with sorrow and fear
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Least another should lock my dear Love in his Arms,
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Whose eyes did appear like continual charms:
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But now I disdain what I once did admire,
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For my reason hath quenched the blinking boyes fire.
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And now in my freedom so happy I am
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That I pitty the man that is touch'd with the flame,
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For whilest I was under his Fetters and Chains
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I ne'r could be free from the worst of all paines;
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But the more I did fawn she the more did me slight
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Till at last I did bid my fair Lady good-night.
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And at peace I was long till a great sudden change
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Possessed my mind, which to me seemed strange,
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And I fell in a great and sudden Relaps,
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Which was worser by half than the twenty first Claps;
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For twenty fair Ladies I courted before
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Ne'r made me so much for to cringe and adore.
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BUt see how the Boy did perplex me full sore,
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For saying I would not his power adore,
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Again I was catch't by the glance of an eye
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And punish't, because I did Cupid defie:
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So all in a moment my joyes they did fly,
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And I doteing wretch left in Captivity.
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My Fetters are stronger then I can endure,
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And too late oh! too late I do wish for a cure,
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'Tis but just with the Boy me thus to afflict,
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Since his power and Laws I did once contradict:
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And now become subject unto him again
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Which adds to my sorrow, encreaseth my pain.
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Then never despise nor contemn that great power
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Who can in a moment your freedom devour,
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And wrap you in Chains never more to be free,
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But left in the confines of Captivity,
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For now to my sorrow I find and do know
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There is strength in his Quiver and power in his Bow.
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Now had I ten Millions of Guinies to give,
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I'de part with them all at my freedom to live,
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But I find 'tis in vain such things for to wish,
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Since his traps do appear like a Net to a Fish,
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Who once being taken shall never get free,
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And so I poor wretch find it will be with me.
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Oh! Cupid forbear me for whilst I do live
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I will to thy power great attributes give,
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And after this time will account them unwise,
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Who are too fool hardy, and Cupid despise:
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No mortal is able my paines to endure,
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But either must dye or soon look for a cure.
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And now 'tis too late I would feign thee implore,
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Who once never thought thee again to adore,
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But too soon I was caught, and too late I lament,
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Disowning thy power, for which I Repent:
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But in these dying words as I stretch forth my Arms,
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I nothing acknowledge like Cupids strong charms.
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