%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Loves Tyranny: / OR, / Death more welcome then Disdain. / Being the Tragedy of Leander for the Love of Roxane. / Lovers beware, for in Loves Smiles the fates, / To Ruine two Adventurous Mortals waits; / Women like Syrens, first with Charms allure, / Untill they Wound, then leave us without Cure: / Such fate Leander found, and for disdain, / Took Death's kind portion, which expell'd his pain. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/04/2011 30765

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R228382 2 Let the Critticks Adore, &c. UNKNOWN Let the Critics Adore, etc. the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune AH! how drousie's the Skies, / Now black Night does arise WHile the Beautious fair, / Does wound with dispair, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 314 Loves Tyranny: / OR, / Death more welcome then Disdain. / Being the Tragedy of Leander for the Love of Roxane. / Lovers beware, for in Loves Smiles the fates, / To Ruine two Adventurous Mortals waits; / Women like Syrens, first with Charms allure, / Untill they Wound, then leave us without Cure: / Such fate Leander found, and for disdain, / Took Death's kind portion, which expell'd his pain. Loves Tyranny: OR, Death more welcome then Disdain. Being the Tragedy of Leander for the Love of Roxane. Lovers beware, for in Loves Smiles the fates, To Ruine two Adventurous Mortals waits; Women like Syrens, first with Charms allure, Untill they Wound, then leave us without Cure: Such fate Leander found, and for disdain, Took Death's kind portion, which expell'd his pain. Love's Tyranny: OR, Death more welcome than Disdain. Being the Tragedy of Leander for the Love of Roxane. Lovers beware, for in Love's Smiles the fates, To Ruin two Adventurous Mortals waits; Women like Sirens, first with Charms allure, Until they Wound, then leave us without Cure: Such fate Leander found, and for disdain, Took Death's kind portion, which expelled his pain. ?-?

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AH! how drousies the Skies, Now black Night does arise From the Ocean; And all the bright Fires, Seem void of desires, And of motion: While my flames I do discover, love charges my Breast, Oh the Nymph there does hover, thats my portion of Rest: Theyr creating a Desire, and such hopes of a Bliss, As my thoughts do inspire, [while in vain I do wish.]
She does leave me confind, And as swift as the Wind, she does flie me; Whilst here all alone, I do breath my sad moan, she does try me: Melted in feavors of Passion, like a Phoenix Im fryd, So beyond alteration, my fierce Torments abide: And I straight am made Fuel, to the Beams of her eyes, Till each moment she grows cruel, and my Flame does despise.
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WHile the beautious fair, Does wound with dispair, I must perish, Unless her bright face, Will yield my Love place, for to Cherish: Oh! her Angel-bright beauty, does so Charm with Delight, That I think it my Duty, through the shaddows of night: For to follow her flying, I, and sadly complain, And implore her, still sighing, for to ease my great pain. And when Purple morning, The skies is adorning, each Meander, Of the wide Grove, I importune for Love, and do wander: While as Eccho replies, with a doleful harsh sound, Thy Roxane she now flies, which like deaths shafts wound: So that still shes Creating a Composier of Fate, Which surpasses the relating the wonders so great. Oh I fear some one sips, From her fair Coral Lips, the sweet Necture, Whilst I sigh here in vain, And to Woods do complain, I neglect her: Once more ile arise, from my mournful cold Bed, Though with Charms that surprize, she does strike me for dead: Ile press on to those pleasures, though I perish in Love, Oh! those sacred Treasures, do so powerful prove.
Ile no longer dispair, Thus tormented with care, and sad Fancies, But claspd in her Arms, There ile perish with Charms, and with Glances: Oh tis better to be Dying, then continually grieve, Or at least for to be trying, she perhaps may relieve This so woful disaster, that Love hath now wrought, Or to drive on fate faster, while to moan I am taught. Or before tis too late, Ile revive my sad state, ere I slumber, And in Deaths cold shade, For Ages am laid, without number: But O what now appears, from yon Cypress Grove, How revived are my fears, tis the Queen of my Love: Ah! where fleets thou my joy, what a Vision was this, So soon gone, to destroy my short fancy of Bli[s]s. Oh! make room in the shades, Lovers Ghosts for life fades, and is flying; Oh! ile not always bear, This Eternal dispair, to be dying: Then he drew his keen sword, and cryd thus with a wound, Ile a Cure now afford, that Appollo ner found: Oh! then into that Breast, which Death could ner fright, The fatal steel prest, and his soul it took flight.