EBBA 37619
British Library - Bagford
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Loves tyrannick conquest.
Love and Beauty have such power
Sometimes joyes they do devour
And those that of their power are rasting
Sighing dayly still are wasting.
Tune of, Blush no redder than the morning.
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CUPID, leave thy Tyranizing;
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Thou art still new pains devising,
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Pains too great to be Endured,
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Past all hopes for to be Cured,
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Pains too great to be endured,
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Past all hopes for to be cured
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Take some pitty of my anguish
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Mind but how I sigh and languish,
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'Tis your frowns my ruine tell me
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And what fate by Love befel me,
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'Tis your frowns my ruine tell me,
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And what fate by love befell me.
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'Twas the charms of conquering beauty
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That compel'd me to this duty,
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Which so strangely doth enslave me
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That of sence it doth bereave me,
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Which so strangely doth enslave me
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That of sence it doth bereave me.
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'Tis a most exceeding pitty
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You should be so fair and pretty
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Yet so cruel to undoe me
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And not send one smile unto me
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Yet so cruel to undoe me,
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And not send one smile unto me.
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Here I perish with desire
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Burning in an endless fire
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Sighing like one discontented
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Unregarded, Unlamented.
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Sighing like one discontented,
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Unregarded, unlamented.
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Could I tell thee how I love thee
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And respect thee none above thee
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Thou wouldst count my tongue too lavish
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So with charms my heart to ravish,
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Thou wouldst count my tongue too lavish
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So with charms thy heart to ravish.
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Never was a soul so wounded
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Or a reason so confounded
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As to cover its own ruine
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Hugging what is its undoing
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As to covet its own ruine,
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Hugging what is its undoing.
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But alas it sore doth grieve me
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That mine eyes should so deceive me
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Thus to bring me to a Fetter
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Love's a Chain, and 'tis no better
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Thus to bring me to a Fetter,
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Love's a chain, and 'tis no better.
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You that are with joyes surrounded
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Pitty me with love so wounded
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That I know not how to ease me
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Nothing else but death can please me.
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That I know not how to ease me,
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Nothing else but death can please me.
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When the Nymph heard him complaining
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Of his passion strongly reigning
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She was mov'd with grief to hear him
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And resolved to get near him,
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She was mov'd with grief to hear him
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And resolved to get near him.
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With a sigh and mournful wishes
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She bestow'd on him some kisses
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mourn no more quoth she, for ever
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Thee to please I will endeavour
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Mourn no more quoth she forever
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Thee to please I will endeavour.
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She of whom thou stood'st in fear on
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Now will prove thy only dear one
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In my arms I will embrace thee
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In my bosome I will place thee
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in my arms I will embrace thee
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in my bosom etc.
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It wounds my soul that I should grieve thee
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Now I vow I ne'r will leave thee
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Then my dearest do not doubt me
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For I cannot live without thee
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then my dearest do not doubt me
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for I cannot live without thee.
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Printed for C. Hussey at the Flower-de-luce in Little Brittain.
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