A New SONG, called
The Lover's Tragedy;
OR,
PARENTS Cruelty.
To the Tune of, Charon make hast and Carry me Over.
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A Virgin fam'd for her Vertue and Beauty,
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Who by her Parents was greatly lov'd,
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To whom she paid all obedience and duty,
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never observing to be reprov'd:
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A lovely Youth of Reputation
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having her features view'd,
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Was struck with so much love and admiration,
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nothing his thoughts of her could exclude.
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He to her oft did his Passion discover,
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but her consent he could not obtain:
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She answer'd, she'd not admit of a Lover,
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lest he her Parents good will could gain:
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He to prevail, us'd all endeavours
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for to obtain her friend's consent,
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But by no means could procure their favour,
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which fill'd his heart full of discontent.
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He had made many a fair proposition,
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But what he offer'd they still deny'd:
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At last he in a despairing condition,
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thus on his Bed to himself he cry'd:
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Pitty my wrongs ye Am'rous Powers,
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hear a distressed Lover complain,
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Who upon Earth has but very few hours,
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thus to endure a Nymphs disdain.
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Punish her Parents (ye Gods) for refusing
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a heart so loving, so just and true,
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Which they deserve for severely misusing,
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to be tormented as bad by you;
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But may the Nymph, so fair and cruel,
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every Worldly Bliss enjoy,
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Sure if the languish I lye in she knew well,
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she with a smile would my care destroy.
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At last he grew to so weak a condition,
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that there was nothing could yield relief,
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Saving the Virgin who was his Physician,
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on whom he call'd to redress his Grief.
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Farewell, Oh cruel Nymph, he cry'd,
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I now to Elizium must repair!
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Then gave a sigh or two, and so he dy'd,
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and thus he was cured of all his care.
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To the fair Virgin this News was soon carried,
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which Message struck her with great surprize;
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She vowing to see him e'er he was Buried,
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whom she had slain with her killing Eyes.
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To's House she fled with expedition,
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as if by Cupids Wings convey'd,
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Asking at door in a sobbing Condition,
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which was the Room where his Corps was lay'd.
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She to the Chamber was quickly conducted,
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where in a Shroud on his Bed he lay,
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Which sight so on her unkindness reflected
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that made her sound in the Room away:
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Many there came to her assistance,
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and to her sev'ral things apply'd,
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But Death against them all made such resistance,
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that by the Corps of her Love she dy'd.
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When this sad News came to her Parents,
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both in a heavy distraction were,
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Running like mad People, crying and staring,
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for the sad loss of their Daughter fair:
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Tho' they prevented their being Marry'd
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whilst they were living by their care,
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Yet in one Grave they together were Wedded;
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this was the end of this lovely Pair.
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