The Languishing Lady;
Or, The False-hearted Lovers Unspeakable Cruelty.
To an Excellent new Tune.
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WElcome death, the cure of all my sorrow,
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thou alone can'st give me ease;
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Of all the delights my senses e're did borrow,
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none could e're my fancy please:
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Since love has transported me so in sadness,
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that I languish and dispair;
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In all the degrees of love I find a madness,
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which causes all my grief and care.
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II.
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When first these Eyes of mine did view him,
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O how my heart was inflam'd to love,
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I lost my senses ever since I know him,
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since he to me does unconstant prove:
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Love, that transports me so in sadness,
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makes me languish and complain,
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O cruel Cupid, come and ease my madness,
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let me no longer grieve in vain.
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III.
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Farewel joy, and farewel pleasure,
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farewel all things of delight,
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For of sorrow I have had my measure,
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unto all I bid good-night;
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Farewel to him, the cause of all my weeping,
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I hope he will never thrive in love,
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And she that has gotten his heart in keeping,
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may she forever unconstant prove.
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IV.
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Thus shall my bleeding wrongs be righted,
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while I range the silent shade,
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And my ungrateful love be requited,
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who my yielding heart betray'd:
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Long was I woo'd before I consented
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unto the thoughts of love, said she,
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Till he in sorrowful sights lamented,
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blaming me for my cruelty.
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VI.
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Now when I heard this mournful ditty,
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whi[l]e in sighs he did complain,
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I was immediately mov'd to pitty,
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granting love for love again:
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But I have found him now most deceitful,
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I of his presence am deny'd,
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Never was lover sure so ungrateful,
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as he has been to me, she cry'd.
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VII.
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Did he not once admire my beauty,
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and did solemly declare,
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That he did count it a damsels duty,
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to be full as kind as fair:
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Then in his arms he'd freely receive me,
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saying, he did my Charms adore:
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Yet after all he does slight and leave me,
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was ever man so false before?
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VIII.
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He little knows what bitter anguish,
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does my drooping spirits seize,
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Here in this bower I lye and languish,
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shall I never be at ease?
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Yes, when I in the grave lye a sleeping,
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then my false love may wish in vain,
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Yet neither sorrowful sights, nor weeping,
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e're can recall me back again.
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