THE
HAPPY LOVER:
OR,
Celia won by Amintas Loyalty.
A New SONG in great Request at Court.
To an Excellent New Tune: Or, Why are my Eyes, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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WHy are my Eyes still flow------ ---ing?
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Why do's my Heart thus trembling move?
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Why do I sigh when go----- ------ ------ing,
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To see the Darling Saint I Love?
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Ah! she's my Heaven, and in her Eyes,
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the Dei------ --- ------ ------ty,
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there is no Life Like what she can give,
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Nor any Death like taking my Leave.
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II.
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Tell me no more of Glo------ ------ry,
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to Courts Ambition I've resign'd,
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But tell a long long Sto------ ------ry,
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of Celias Shape, her Face, and Mind:
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Speak too of Raptures that will Life destroy;
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to En------ ------joy,
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Had I a Diadem, Scepter, and Ball,
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For that dear Minute I'd part with them all.
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III.
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Why am I not enjoy--------- ------ing
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myself, delighting in thy Arms?
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My painful Love destroy------ ------ing,
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with killing Pleasures from thy Charms:
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Come, come, dear Celia, now let Storms be gone,
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and o------ ------verblown;
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There's no delight like thy transporting Love,
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No Joy below, whate'er there's above.
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IV.
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Why do's my Heart thus grieve------ ---me,
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as I lie panting on my Bed?
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Why do's my hopes deceive------ ------me,
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when cruel Fates pronounce me dead?
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Speak, speak, dear Saint, and by those conqu'ring Eyes,
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that --------- ------ surprize:
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Give, give me favour in thy sight again,
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Or kill me quite to ease my pain.
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Her ANSWER.
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V.
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HOW can I seek to co------ ---------ver
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a flaming Heart o'erwhelm'd with grief?
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See, see a constant Lo------ ------ ------ver,
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thus fainting, plead for some Relief!
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No, no, Aminta, cease now to implore,
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sigh------ ------no more:
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Had I then Ten thousand Hearts in my Breast,
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I'd part with all, to give my Love rest.
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VI.
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Why do's Aminta sigh------ --- ------ing,
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think I will coyly Love deface?
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But can there be deny------ ------ ------ing,
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to such a Person, such a Grace?
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Ah! such becoming Boldness too is found,
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to------ ------ ------be Crown'd,
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That no fair Nymph that lives upon the Plain,
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Can have a Heart to give my Dear pain.
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VII.
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Aminta.] Who can express the joy---------ing,
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that my poor Heart doth leaping find?
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Fly hence all heart-annoy------ ------ing,
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and fatal grief, for Celias kind:
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Come then dear Celia, let us now enjoy,
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Cel] Ay, dear------ ------est, Ay:
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While we have Breath, let Mortals wonder this,
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Envy they may, but not spoil our Bliss.
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