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