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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Wronged LADY:
OR,
The Lord's Daughter of Leicestershire,
Who dy'd for the Love of a young Noble-man, who left her after
many solemn Protestations.
To the Tune of If Love's a sweet Passion, etc.

I.
O Pity a Lover who lyes I declare,
Where I languish and sigh at the point of Despair,
He is gone, and has left me, who once did adore,
My fair beautifull Charms, I shall ne'er see him more:
Look but down on a Lady, you Powers above,
And relieve her sick Heart, which is wounded with Love.

II.
He never would leave me, but Courted me still,
Till at length I was conquer'd, he gain'd my good Will;
Then away to another he hasten'd with speed,
And has left his young languishing Lady to bleed:
Therefore look down in pity, you Powers above,
And relieve my sick Heart which is wounded with Love.

III.
Sure never was Mortal so False as my Dear,
Nor the Arrows of Cupid so kene and severe;
For in passionate Flames here I languishing lye,
There is no one can cure me, this day let me dye:
Therefore look down in pity, you Powers above,
And relieve my sick Heart, etc.

IV.
So soon as my innocent Heart was betray'd,
Then he flew from the Vows he had formerly made:
Just as if he had study'd my Ruine alone;
For he left me to make this sad passionate moan:
Therefore look on a Lady, you Powers above,
And relieve my sick Heart, etc.

V.
The Torment is greater than I can endure,
There is nothing but Death which can perfectly cure;
Therefore send a sharp Arrow, without more delay,
Which may hasten a Lady's last Funeral Day:
Do but grant my Desires you Powers above,
To relieve my sick Heart, etc.

VI.
Although the hot Flames of a Fever I feel,
From my Love I would have you this Sorrow conceal,
Let him never once know that I dy'd for his sake,
Of the World and my Friends now my leave I will take
Then look down on a Lady, you Powers above,
And relieve my sick Heart, etc.

VII.
When I shall be laid in my slumbering Grave,
To his Grief he may think of the Wound which he ga[ve]
And how he did destroy me by Darts of Disdain;
But it will be too late to recall me again:
Oh! afford me your pity, Dear Powers above,
And relieve my sick Heart which is all over love.

VIII.
Dear Friends and Relations, why weep you for me,
Who am going where Transports of Joys I shall see,
And the Rivers of Pleasure for ever will flow?
Here is nothing but Grief in these Valleys below;
Therefore grant me your Pity, Dear Powers above,
And relieve my sick Heart, which is all over Love.

IX.
My Joys do encrease, as my Griefs do's decay,
For I see the bright Angels which soon will convey
My poor injur'd Soul to the Mansions of Joy,
There is Pleasures which Envy can never destroy:
Fare you well, I shall mount to blest Regions above,
For I dye a young Lady by innocent Love.


Licensed according to Order.
Printed for J. Deacon at the Angel in Gilt-sp[ur-]
street, without Newgate.

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