THE
The Love-Sick Soldier.
OR, THE
Valiant Commander conquer'd by the Powerful Charms of
Fair Cynthias Matchless Beauty. To which is Added, her kind Answer.
Tune of, No, no poor suffering heart.
Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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WHy did the God of love wound a Commander,
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Who strives to soar above great Alexander,
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In Warlike deeds of arms, as 'tis requir'd,
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Loves fond alluring charms I ne're admir'd;
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All wronged Kings to right was my ambition,
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In whose just cause I'd fight, being in commision,
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I have made Heroes bow still fearing no man,
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But I am conquer'd now by a fair woman.
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II.
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When Cannons they have roa'rd like claps of Thun-der.
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And my unconquer'd sword hath cleft asunder,
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The Helmets of the great, and laid them bleeding,
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I by the hand of fate have been exceeding,
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Successful in the field, Kings did adore me,
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I have made Armies yield, and fly before me,
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This I did some years past in point of duty,
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But now I fall at last by Cynthias beauty.
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III.
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There is no Enemy like a coy lover,
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She gains the victory while I discover
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Nothing but charming sweet, which doth delight me,
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But if my Foe I meet, and that he'd fight me,
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My sword should clear the way, and purchase honor,
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But ah! what shall I say I doat upon her,
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I languish by degrees, grief is ensuing,
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Thus with a greater ease she proves my ruin.
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IV.
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No weapon can compare with Cupids Arrow,
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Strong walls no bulwarks are, they enter thorough,
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Breast-plate and coat of Male cannot defend me,
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His arrows never fail which he doth send me,
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But wound me to the heart, farewel to pleasure,
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My sorrow, care, and smart is out of measure,
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Cupid he stands aloof me to devour,
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There is no Armor proof against his power,
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V.
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Fair Creature hear my crys, my mournful ditty,
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Let thy bright Angel eyes look down in pitty,
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Grant me one pleasant smile, for I adore thee,
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And as a captive slave I fall before thee,
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In hopes to find relief this wound ye gave me,
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And it is you alone can kill or save me,
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Let thy Commander be with joys delighted,
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True love and loyalty should not be slighted.
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Cynthias Kind Answer.
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SHe finds him all alone, and cry'd my Jewel,
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Seace thy lamenting moan, I'll not be cruel,
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Tho' I the wound might give, it sha'n't destroy thee,
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My smiles shall make thee live while I enjoy thee,
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Take here this melting kiss nothing shall grieve thee,
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Here in these arms of mine I will receive thee,
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A heart of loyalty here I surrender,
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And vow to live or dye with my Commander.
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