The Passionate LOVER:
OR,
The Damsels Grief Crown'd with Comforts.
To a pleasant New Play-house Tune, much in Request.
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Maid.
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SIghs and groans, and melancholly moans,
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I languish and anguish in dolefull Tones,
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For him I loved dear I do complain.
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Because his company I can't refrain.
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Man.
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Sighs and groans you say you are opprest,
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You say I am he whom you loved best,
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But if it be so, and your heart be true,
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Then I wil bear a part as well as you.
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Maid.
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Men are deceitfull, who can them believe?
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Their flattering words, they Maids deceive
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With their Ruby Lips, and their tempting Eye,
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They terrifie poor Maidens till they dye.
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What cares he that never felt the smart
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Of this my languishing Love-sick Heart;
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Had you a sence of what I do endure,
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Then you in love would grant a speedy cure.
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'Tis pale Death that now must give me ease,
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For there is nothing else my Heart can please,
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Then on my Tomb alas! it shall be read,
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That here lies a loyal Lover dead.
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Man.
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Thou hast no cause my dearest to complain,
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For as I am thy Love I will remain,
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Do but believe me, thou shalt be my Bride,
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For I value none in the World beside.
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None but thee my Love I adore,
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Thy blessings dearest here I will restore,
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Dry up thy Tears, and take this tender kiss,
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Being in token of a true Loves bliss.
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Maid.
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Was I sure that these thy words were true,
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Then might I bid my sorrows quite adieu,
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Yet I have known Men say as much as this,
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And then have left their Lovers in distress.
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For when they have brought us to their bow.
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They then do prove our final overthrow,
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True hearted Men I find there is but few,
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Nay, I may say the very same by you.
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None but I, you say you do adore,
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Have you not said as much as this before,
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When you declar'd that I should be your wife,
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And yet you left me near bereav'd of Life.
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Man.
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When I left my love, it was to try
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Thy pure affections, and thy constancy.
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I know when Cupid doth Mens hearts invade,
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Females have oftentimes the Tyrants play'd.
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But I find my Love is none of those,
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Therefore my heart to thee I will disclose;
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Thy Loyalty my purest Love hath won,
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'Tis none I prize but thee beneath the Sun.
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We'll never part while I remain alive.
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Then let thy drooping Spirits now revive,
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The very Mountains shall as soon remove,
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As I found disloyal to my Love.
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Now when he had uttered forth his mind,
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There was no grief, but both to love inclin'd,
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Where he embrac'd her in his tender arms,
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With many sweet salutes and pleasing charms.
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Thus was tears straight turned into joy,
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There's nothing can their comforts annoy,
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By solemn vows their hearts are linked fast,
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And live in love, as long as life shall last.
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