%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Damon and Celia, Or, the languishing Lover comforted. / Of all new Songs, the Poet hopes that this / Will please you well, because he knows it is / A very good one, you may find hereby, / There's nothing lost by loving constantly. / Which ought to be all honest Lovers Guide / But as for such who no delays abide; / Let them love one, for half and hour no more, / And when they've done go call their Mrs. whore. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1678-1678 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30565

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R12479 1 a pleasant New play-house Tune, called No, no tis in vain, &c. UNKNOWN A Pleasant New Play-house Tune, Called No, No Tis in Vain, etc. No, no, 'tis in vain, / Though I sigh and complain, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 99 Damon and Celia, Or, the languishing Lover comforted. / Of all new Songs, the Poet hopes that this / Will please you well, because he knows it is / A very good one, you may find hereby, / There's nothing lost by loving constantly. / Which ought to be all honest Lovers Guide / But as for such who no delays abide; / Let them love one, for half and hour no more, / And when they've done go call their Mrs. whore. Damon and Celia, Or, the languishing Lover comforted. Of all new Songs, the Poet hopes that this Will please you well, because he knows it is A very good one, you may find hereby, There’s nothing lost by loving constantly. Which ought to be all honest Lovers Guide But as for such who no delays abide; Let them love one, for half and hour no more, And when they’ve done go call their Mrs. whore. Damon and Celia, or, the languishing Lover comforted. Of all new Songs, the Poet hopes that this will please you well, because he knows it is a very good one, you may find hereby, there's nothing lost by loving constantly. Which ought to be all honest Lovers' guide, but as for such who no delays abide; let them love one, for half an hour no more, and when they've done go call their Mrs. whore. 1678-1678 F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, / W. Thackeray, & T. Passenger

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NO, no, tis in vain, Though I sigh and complain,Yet the secret Ile never reveal: The Wracks shall not tear it, From my breast, but ile bear it, to the Grave, where it ever shall dwell:Oh! would that the Gods had created her low, and placd the poor Hylas above, Then, then I a present might freely bestow, of a heart that is all over Love. Like the Damnd from the fire, I may gaze and admire, Yet never can hope to be blest: Oh the pangs of a Love, That dares not discover, The Poyson that lodgd in his Breast:Like a Deer that is wounded I bleeding run on, and fain I the passion would hide, But oh tis vain, for wherever I run, the bloody Dart sticks in my side. Like a Ship on the Ocean, Thats ever in motion, Continually tumbld and tost: When each greedy wave Portendeth a grave
and on the hard Rock to be lost: Each frown from my Celia does threaten my woe which alas I find to be true, My torments do follow where ever I go, tis in vain to flye, fate will persue. If the cause shed discover, To her languishing Lover, Why, why she so cruel doth prove, An Alter ile raise, And her anger appease, By a sacrificd heart to her Love:Then Cupid would know the fault lay not in me and ease my destraction and pain, Methinks to his God-head an honour twould be, in making her love me again. But if he take part, To destroy my poor heart Then ile curse both his Quiver and Bow, For he if he please, Can to Lovers give ease, And make them his power to know, My Celia from blame I will ever set free, and her name I will always adore, Shes a Goddess on earth, to be worshipd by me expecting her blessing in store. Celias Kind Answer.
IT is not in vain, You do sigh and complain, For the secret to me is reveald: My Breast now doth bear it, Where for ever Ile wear it, such flames cannot long be conceald:The Gods have created me low to your mind, and placd your affections above, The present I ask is that still youd prove kind and give me that heart full of Love. Like the blest free from trouble, Our joys still may double, And never no sorrow can know, Then happys that Lover, Which dares not discover, Those flames which occasion his woe: Like a prisoner set free, he may sing and rejoyce when he from confinement is clear, If his Love prove kind, then thrice happys his choice, no bloody darts after appear. Like a Merchant whose treasure Comes home in full measure, From the Indies who long have been gone, Such joys do abound, To a Lover thats Crownd, With success, that before lookd for none:
Now smile my dear Damon, the day is your own, no more of your Celia complain, Your constancy my true affections hath won, then count not your sorrows in vain. It was only to Try ye, Which made me deny ye, The cause now you certainly know, My heart you shall have, Till cold death to the Grave, Does force us to pay what we owe: Little Cupid hath heard thee, & made me prove kind, he heard your complains ery day, But when the night came, he did torture my mind by telling me what you did say. He was your best friend, And your suit did commend, Then pritty sweet Damon, no more, Lets not angry prove, To the God of our love, but for ever his power adore:My heart is thy own, and ile give thee my hand, wel marry and make no delay, And I my own self will be at thy command, to please thee by night and by day.
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