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R216192 1 a Delightful New Tune UNKNOWN A Delightful New Tune Come on / thou fated messenger from her that's gone left I alone Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 257 The Young-Mans Answer: Or, his Dying Breath, / Lamenting for his fair Cordelias Death. The Young Mans Answer: Or, his Dying Breath, Lamenting for his fair Cordelias Death The Young Mans Answer: Or, his Dying Breath, Lamenting for his fair Cordelias Death Printer Alex. Milbourn 1682-1682 Alex. Milbourn

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Come on thou fat[a]l messenger from her thats gone lest I alone Within that quenchless flame for ever fry; The Lake Of love being kindled, wherein none can take rest, but wake, Where slumber ha[t]h no power to close the eye; Whilst I That by my fair Cordelia desire to take asleep, With lids wide spread upon my bed am forcd a watch to keep: And she That waited many tedious hours, my constancy to try, Is now at rest, while I opprest, fain would but cannot dye. Dispatch Thou scorching fury, quickly now dispatch, by Death I watch. To be releast from this tormenting flame; The Dart Sent from dread Cupid, sticks fast in my heart, I wanting art, Had not the power for to resist the same Though she Who by her late acknowledgment, profest thou hadst no craft, Yet from thy bow thou madst her know what power lay in the shaft: Yut then Bhou sentst another arrow which me of hopes bereft, Most like a foe to wound me so, for whom no cure is left.
Wherefore Did you Physitians give my mistress ore? had you no more Experience, but what you in books have read? Or why (You learned Doctors) did you cease to try your skills, when I Might have revivd her if shed not been dead? And yet Suppose that I in Person had present been to view her; Is there such grace in any face to work so great a cure? But now Im come too late to kiss her, which were it not in vain, After her death Id spend my breath to fetch her back again. Unto The fair Elizium thither will I go, whereas I know She is amongst these sacred ones preferd, When I Shall be admitted for to come so nigh, pardon ill cry For my long absence, wherein I have errd: And since By her I was esteemd so much on earth being here, Hence for her sake no rest Ill take, till I have found her there. No more, But only I desire to hear my passing bell; That Virgins may lament the day of Gerhards last farewel.
Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn at the Stationers-Arms in Green-Arbor-Court in the Little Old-Baily.