Celindas last Gasp:
OR,
Her Farewel to False Coridon.
Since Coridon provd false in heart,
Celinda Mourned sore,
But feeling too too great a smart,
she vowd to Love no more:
But at the last all-Conquering Death
did ease her troubled mind,
And as she parted with her Breath,
he staid not long behind.
To the Tune of, Young Phaeon, Busie Fame: Or, Cloris full of Harmless thoughts.
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ATtend true Lovers and give ear,
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unto my Dying Song;
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For unto you I will declare,
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how Cupid did me wrong:For with his powerful cruel Dart,
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he sought my grief and woe,
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And piercd my tender Love-sick heart,
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which proves my overthrow.
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And Coridon who I did love,
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beyond all other men,
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To his Celinda false did prove,
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which cut my heart agen:
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So now I to the Grave am brought,
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for loving too too well,
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Love would have brought, a heaven I thought,
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but now it proves a Hell.
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Ah! fate to me so cruel still,
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now let me know the cause,
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That you thus seek my Blood to spill,
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for keeping Cupids Laws:
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Them in my mind I thought I was
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oblieged to obey,
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But now too late I find alas,
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my comforts all decay.
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WHen poor Celindas dead and gone,
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and laid within her Grave,
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Write some Love Verses on my Tomb,
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tis all I now do crave:But yet I fear no Shepherdess,
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ere felt so deep a Wound,
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My griefs and sorrows to express,
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theres none that can be found.
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Who can relate my riged fate,
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and not be drownd in Tears?
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Or who can pitty my sad state,
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that have for Months and years
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Been Languishing in this Abiss,
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and can no bottom find;
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Robd of all joy and true Loves Bliss,
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and troubled in my mind.
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And Coridon for thy hard heart,
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thou shalt tormented be,
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For causing all this grief and smart,
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which happened unto me:
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For in the dead time of the night,
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while others take their rest,
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With Visions strange ile thee affright,
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and prove a dreadful Guest.
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Oh then too late thou shalt repent,
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that thou wert so unkind,
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Twill be in vain for to lament,
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that thou shalt surely find:Where ever thou shalt be alone,
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ile still be in thy sight,
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Ile make thee sigh, and grieve, and mourn,
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and rob thee of Delight.
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That thou mayst be a warning to
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such as like thee would prove,
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And seek more Maidens to undo,
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wrapt up in bonds of Love:
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Who cannot find one hours content,
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but burn with endless fire,
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And do both night and day lament,
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wanting their hearts desire.
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So farewel cruel Coridon,
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ile never love thee more,
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Thou once wert he I doted on,
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and did too much adore:One minute I out of my mind,
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could not my Shepherd keep,
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But he was Cruel and unkind,
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and laught to see me weep.
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My sorrows now will have an end,
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that I continued in,
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And loosing his (once) faithful friend,
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his Torments will begin:
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True lovers all observe his fall,
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of falshood still beware,
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For punishment is due to all,
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that lay for Maids a snare.
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And thus the poor Celinda Dyd,
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with a sad troubled breast,
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And Coridon was terrified,
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as is before exprest:
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But let no lovers after this,
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be faithless and unkind,
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For when the Shepherd did see this,
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he staid not long behind.
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