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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The True Lovers Cruel Tragedy;
Declaring the Misgortune of a Young Gentleman and his Lady that Kill'd themselves both for Love, under the
borrowed Names of Mirtillus and Lucretia.
It being a New Song Sung at the Kings Theatre.
To a Pleasant New Play House Tune.
OR, Methinks the Poor Town has been Troubled too Long.

LEt True Lovers all our Fortunes Rehearse,
And strow their kind wishes upon our sad Hearse,
The Lovely Mirtillus (alas) is no more,
And Fairest Lucretia went to heaven before:
The Nymph so Divine and the Shepherd so sweet,
Lye peaceably sleeping in Deaths winding-sheet.

Lucretia the Young, the Lovely, and Fair,
A Potion of Poyson does sadly prepare,
The Fatal sad Cup she takes in her hand,

And with a Pale look, said thus Fate I comand;
Upon the loud Name of Mirtillus she cry'd,
Then clos'd up her Beauteous eye-lids and dy'd.

But as Fair Lucretia lay on the ground,
A Lovely sweet Virgin in Deaths deepest sound,
To see his True Love Mirtillus then came,
With hopes that he might her dear promise then claim;
He prays his fair Love to arise, but in vain,
Not thinking the Lovely Lucretia was Slain.

Arise up Fair Nymph from off the dull Earth,
My Dearest Lucretia [?]
Thy True Love Mirtillus to thee often [b]o[w?]s.
In hopes to obtain the blest fruit of his vows.
But soon he cry'd out, what alas do I see,
Cold Death has destroy'd my kind Mistris and me.

Mirtillus then cry'd, in thy lovely arms,
I'le sleep and embrace thee although in deaths charms,
Those Cypress sad wreaths that adorn all the dead,
Shall Crown like a Garland thy true Lovers head,
E're Phebus this fatal sad evening shall see,
unto the blest shades I will hasten to thee.

In Loves sweet Elizium we'l rest void of care,
Where Lovers nor fate, nor ill fortune need fear,
And in those fair Fields and delightful sweet Grove,
We'l walk undisturbed, and enjoy what we Love;
No tempest of fortune can frown on our head,
Such ease in those shades are reserv'd for the Dead.

With that his Keen Sword he put to his breast,
And cry'd Fair Lucretia with thee now I'le rest,
The soul of Mirtillus a passage has found,
Unto the blest shades by a gentle sweet wound;
Though Lovers on earth are constrained to part,
To gentle Elizium they only depart.

There Lovers by our Example may see,
What Bliss is reserved for true Constancy;
Mirtillus for Fair Lucretia thus dy'd,
Whom he upon earth could not have for a Bride;
Such historys seldom on Records are found,
That youths & young maids for true love themselves wound.


This may be Printed, R. L. S.
Printed for Charles Denisson, at the Sign of the Stationers-
Armes within Aldgate.

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