Good Luck at last:
OR,
The Art of Scorning discovered.
Tune of, Ah Jenny Gin, etc.
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Alexis.
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HOw long Elisa shall I mourn
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and sigh to you my pain?
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How long do you design to scorn,
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and thus severe remain?
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Shall sighs no power have to free
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me from this wound I bear?
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Nor tears to drown my misery?
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ye gods must I despair?
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Elisa.
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In vain Alexis you pretend
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to win Elisa's heart,
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You foolishly your time do spend,
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for you augment your smart:
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Then Cordial Admonition take,
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in time your suit give o're;
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Draw in those rains which are too slack,
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resolve to love no more,
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Alexis.
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Command the torrent of the Sea,
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its head-long course to stay.
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Or make fierce Tempests calm to be,
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when those you do obey:
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Then I'le resolve to court no more,
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for i'le preposterous prove,
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I'le leave the goddess I adore,
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and quite relinquish love.
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Elisa.
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Amintas now my heart doth own,
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he now injoys that jem,
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To him it doth belong alone,
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nothing can it redeem:
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Hence therefore bold Usurper fly,
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if good words can't prevail,
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I this experiment will try;
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severer usage shall.
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Alexis.
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All will not do; for I will love
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to my last sigh'd-out breath;
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Nought my hot passion can remove
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but the cold hand of death:
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Death, who'l immediately appear,
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whene're Alexis please;
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This fatal Sword shall fetch him here;
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my second wisht-for ease.
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To thee (O Cupid) I must make
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myself a sacrifice;
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A purer sure you ne'r did take
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into eternal bliss:
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Sword, now thy dreadful point appear,
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to strike Alexis dead,
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And send [his soul e]xempt from care
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to its [celestial bed.]
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Elisa.
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Hold, hold my dear that impious hand,
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this bloody Scene remove;
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Let Death avaunt at the command
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of my all conquering love:
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Long since you did obtain my heart,
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though always I seem'd coy,
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Though I to scorn you had the art,
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you only was my joy,
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Alexis,
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Charm me Elisa with that voice
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tell this to th' gods above,
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Tell them that mortalls here have joys
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as great as they; in love
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Come dear Elisa, come apace,
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fly to my longing arms,
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Let us injoy while time and place
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invites each others charms.
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