THE
True Lovers Overthrow,
Whilst poor Amintas pin'd to Death,
For Celia bright and fair,
At last for him she lost her Breath,
A grief beyond compare.
To the Tune of State and Ambition.
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AH Cupid! thou provest unkind and too cruel,
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a true loving Shepherd thus strangely to wound;
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She that I counted my Love and my Jewel
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her hatred and enmity now I have found;
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But let her prove Faithless, yet I will prove Loyal
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and tho she doth Tyrannise constant il'e be;
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For she that hath given to me the denial,
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my Ruin and Destiny soon she will see,
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Here panting I lye and am always complaining,
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how she to her true Love hath proved severe;
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And when I consider her, scorn and disdaining,
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from my blubber'd eyes then I part with a Tear:
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And panting just like a disconsolate Lover,
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cry Celia how could'st thou be cruel to me;
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As she her disdain so I folly discover,
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and how I am martyr'd she quickly will see.
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Now I of my Senses am strangely bereaved,
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and captiv'd I am by the charms of her Eye;
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Yet at my sad Torments she nothing is grieved,
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nor pitties me not tho in Fetters I lye,
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But if I at present am scorned and slighted,
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and nothing can prove more disdainful than she,
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Yet she without Question will once be requited,
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and then shee'l remember her scorning of me.
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'Tis pitty that Cruelty's pleasing unto her,
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and that in disdain she should take a delight;
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For one time or other I fear 'twill undo her,
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and Tyrants but seldom get anything by 't;
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What Creature so fair coul'd so slight a poor Lover?
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that never was pleas'd till her Beauty he see;
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No Riches nor Pleasure I prized above her,
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and yet she could prove so disdainful to me.
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Well since 'tis my fate I must needs be contented,
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And under my burthen must patiently ly;
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What's for me alotted cannot be prevented:
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The worst she can do is to scorne till I Dy
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And when for her sake, with this World I have parted
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Those that do outlive me will sorrowful be,
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And say the poor Shepherd he dy's broken hearted
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So a sorrowful Epitaph write over me.
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And when a long time He in sorrow had pined,
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At last he submitted to conquering Death;
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His vitals decaied and his life He resigned
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And sighing did yeild up his murmuring breath
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But when these sad tydings to Celia were carry'd
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That she her poor Shephard no oftner should see
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Since he by her cruelty so had miscarry'd
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She cr'yd there is none so unhappy as me.
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Ah Shepherd most Faithful true, loyal, and constant
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Thou for thy fidelity payest to dear,
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Who'd think that thy doom I should work in an instant
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And now my owne ruine I greatly do fear
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Yet 'twill be but justice if I am requited
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For cruel didsain and for storming of thee;
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My joys I do fear now will soon be benighted,
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Then ruin and sorrow will wait upon me.
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But now 'tis too late my dear Love to recal thee,
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Thine eyes they are clos'd and thy Breath it is gone,
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Tho such cruel Destiny chanc'd to befall thee,
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In Loves cooler Shades I will, meet thee anon;
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My Conscience is prick'd and my Senses confounded,
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Wherever I go I thy Spirit do see,
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I grieve that to Death a true Lover I wounded,
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And now the same Fate is attending on me.
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I slight all the comforts that mortals can give me,
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And here on the Earth I no pleasure can take.
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There's nothing on this side the Grave can relieve me,
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I must languishing dye for my true Lovers sake,
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And now my Amintas with speed do expect me,
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For soon in Eizium with thee il'e be:
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You powers of Love to the Shades now direct me,
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Where I my Amintas may joyfully see.
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Thus since you have heard of two true Lovers Ruine,
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I hope this to others a warning will be,
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Since this to them both did prove an undooing,
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The fruits of disdain here you plainly may see;
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Let those that are now bound fast in Loves Fetter,
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Endeavour to fly from Pride, Scorn and Disdain,
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The Fruits of Love storming, but seldom proves better,
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What in pleasure begins, too oft endeth in pain.
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