THE
KIND LADY
Or, The Loves of Stella and Adonis.
A new Court song much in request.
To a new tune. Or, Hey boys up go we, the charming Nymph, or Jenny Gin.
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THe night her blackest sables wore,
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all glooming were the Skies,
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And glittering Stars there were no more
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then those in Stella's Eyes:
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When at her Fathers Gate I knockt,
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where I had often been,
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And shrouded only in her Smock,
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The fair one let me in.
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Fast lock'd within my close embrace
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she blushing lay asham'd;
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Her swelling Breasts, and glowing face,
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and every touch inflam'd
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My eager passion; I obey'd,
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resolving the Fort to win,
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And her fond heart was soon betray'd
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to yield, and let me in.
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Then, then, beyond expressing,
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immortal was the joy,
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I knew no greater Blessing,
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so happy then was I:
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And she, transported with delight,
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oft prayed me to come again,
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And kindly vow'd that e'ry night
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she'd rise and let me in.
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But, ah! at last she prov'd with Bearn,
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and sighing sate, and dull;
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And I, who had as much concern,
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lookt then just like a fooll:
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Her lovely eyes with tears ran down,
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repenting her rash Sin,
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She sigh'd and curst that fatal hour
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that e're she let me in.
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But who cou'd cruelly deceive,
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or from such beauty part?
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I lov'd her so I could not leave
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the Charmer for my heart;
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But wedded, and conceal'd the Crime;
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thus all was well again,
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And now she thanks the blessed time
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that e're she let me in.
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Such wanton youngsters seldom prove
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so true at heart as I,
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But when they gain a Damsels Love,
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too oft away they fly:
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Whilest I such Treachery abhor,
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for 'tis a deadly sin,
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And now no cause she has to grieve
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that she did let me in.
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Those Rosie-blushes that did stain
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her Cheeks, do now grow pale,
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Her heart is now reviv'd again,
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sighs did with me prevail:
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She grieved was, and I perplext,
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but now rejoyce again,
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And Stella now no more is vext
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because she let me in.
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When young Adonis call'd to mind
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the tricks of wanton youth;
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He cry'd, my Stella she was kind:
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this is the very truth.
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Quod she, thou now hast got the knack
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a tender heart to win,
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Good Lodging thou shalt never lack,
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for I will let thee in.
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With fiery eyes he then beheld
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Stella, his hearts delight;
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He vow'd to love he was compell'd
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by charms of beauty bright:
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A thousand times he did her kiss,
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and then she did begin,
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And said, there is no joy like this:
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I'me glad I have let thee in.
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