Cupid's Revenge:
OR,
An Account of a King who slighted all Women, at length was constrained to
Marry a Beggar, who proved a very Fair and Vertuous Queen.
To the Tune of I often for my Jenny strove.
Licensed according to Order.
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A King once reign'd beyond the Seas,
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as we in ancient Stories find,
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Who no fair Face could ever please,
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he cared not for Women-kind;
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He despis'd the sweetest Beauty,
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and the greatest Fortune too;
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At length he marry'd to a Beggar:
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see what Cupids Dart can do.
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The blinded Boy that shoots so trim,
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did to his Closet-Window steal,
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And drew a Dart and shot at him,
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and made him soon his Power feel:
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He that never car'd for Women,
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but did Females ever hate,
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At length was smitten, wounded, swooned,
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for a Beggar at his Gate.
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For mark what happen'd on a Day,
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as he look'd from his Window high,
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He spy'd a Beggar all in gray,
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with two more in her Company;
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She his Fancy soon enflamed,
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and his Heart was grieved sore;
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What! must I have her, court her, crave her,
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I that never lov'd before.
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This noble Prince of high Renown,
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did to his Chamber strait repair,
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And on his Couch he laid him down,
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opprest with Love-sick Grief and Care:
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Ne'er was Monarch so surprized,
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here I lie her Captive Slave,
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While I will to her, court her, wooe her,
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she must heal the Wound she gave.
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Then to his Palace-Gate he goes,
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the Beggars crave his Charity,
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A Purse of Gold to them he throws,
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with thankful Hearts away they hye:
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But the King he call'd her to him,
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tho' she was but poor and mean,
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His Hand did hold her, while he told her,
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she should be his stately Queen.
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At this she blushed scarlet red,
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and on this mighty King did gaze,
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Then strait again as pale as Lead,
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alas! she was in such amaze:
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Hand in hand they walk'd together,
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and the King did kindly say,
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That he'd respect her: Strait they deck'd her
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in most sumptuous rich Array.
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He did appoint the Wedding-day,
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and likewise then commanded strait
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The noble Lords and Ladies gay
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upon his gracious Queen to wait:
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She appear'd a splendid Beauty,
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all the Court did her adore;
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And in a Marriage with a Carriage,
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as if she had been a Queen before.
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Her Fame through all their Realms did ring,
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although she came of Parents poor,
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She by her Sovereign Lord the King,
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did bear one Son, and eke no more:
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All the Nobles were well pleased,
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and the Ladies frank and free;
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For her Behaviour always gave her
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Title to her Dignity.
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At length the King and Queen was laid
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together in a silent Tomb,
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Their Royal Son their Scepter sway'd,
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who govern'd in his Father's room:
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Long in Glory did he flourish,
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Wealth and Honour to encrease,
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Still possessing such a Blessing,
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that he liv'd, and reign'd in Peace.
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