THE HAPPY LOVERS, OR, Caelia won by Aminta's Loyalty. A New SONG in great Request at Court.
To an Excellent New Tune: Or, Why are my Eyes, &c.
This may be Printed,
R. P.
[...] WHy are my Eyes still Flow—ing? Why does my heart thus trembling move? [...]Why do I sigh when goe—ing? To see the Darling Saint I Love: [...]Ah! she's my Heaven, and in her Eyes, The Dei—ty, There is no Life [...]Like what she can give, Nor any Death like taking my Leave.
I.
Tell me no more of Glo—ry,
to Courts Ambition i've resign'd,
But tell a long long Sto—ry,
of Celia's shape her face and mind:
Speak too of Raptures that will Life destroy,
to En—joy,
Had I a Diadem Scepter and Ball,
For that dear minute i'de part with them all.
II.
Why am I not injoy—ing
my self, delighting in thy Arms?
My painful Love destroy—ing,
with killing pleasures from thy Charms:
Come, come dear Celia, now let Storms be gone,
and o—ver-blown;
There's no delight like thy transporting Love,
No joy below, what e're there's above.
IV.
Why does my heart thus grieve —me,
as I lye panting on my Bed?
Why does my hopes deceive —me,
when cruel Fates pronounce me dead?
Speak, speak dear Saint, and by those conq'ring eyes
that—surprize:
Give, give me favour in thy sight again,
Or kill me quite to ease my pain.
V.Her ANSWER.
HOw can I seek to co—ver
a flaming heart o'rewhelm'd with grief?
See, see a Constant Lo—ver,
thus fainting, plead for some Relief!
No, no, Aminta, cease now to implore,
sigh—no more:
Had I ten thousand hearts in my Breast,
I'de part with all to give my Love rest.
VI.
Why does Aminta sigh—ing,
think I will Coyly Love deface?
But can there be deny—ing,
to such a Person, such a Grace?
Ah! such becoming-Boldness too is found,
to—be Crown'd,
That no fair Nymph that lives upon the Plain,
Can have a heart to give my Dear pain.
VII.
Amint.] Who can express the joy—ing,
that my poor heart doth leaping find?
Fly hence all heart-annoy—ing,
and fatal grief, for Celia's kind:
Come then dear Celia, let us now injoy,
Cael.] Ay, dear—est Ay;
While we have Breath let Mortals wonder this,
Envy they may, but not spoyl our Bliss.