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R39891 How long d'ye mean to Torture mee in Loves hot Scorching Flames Cloris what time Shall I gett / free from Loves fantastick Dreams, never, that Sad Infernall Sound doos daily Reach Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 135902 The Despairing Lover A New Song. The Despairing Lover A New Song. The Despairing Lover A New Song. 1682-1682

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How long dye Mean to Torture mee in Loves hot Scorching Flames Cloris what time Shall I gett free from Loves fantastick Dreams, never, that Sad Infernall Sound does daily Reach mine ear: and ever racks that bleeding wound which for your Sake which for your Sake I beare:
2 That I do Love Cloris you know My greif to you I tell My over fondness of you Showes That I have lovd too well And in requitall of my Love You blast me with a breath The wounds you gave will fatall prove Each frown pronounce Each frown pronouncing Death 3 It greives my heart to See you chuse My Rivall in my Room And unconcernd tell him the News On Mee youve past your Doom My Injurd Ghost when ere I Dy Shall never let you rest But hovering in the Ayr shall fly and Steal And Steal into your brest 4 Thus I Torment my Self and doubt that you unconstant are You know true Love is nere without Great jealousies and feares Than pardon the distracted thoughts Of one you know is true One Love has in Subjection brought and made a Slave And made a Slave to you
5 If you have any pitty left than Show it now and Save Him who Despaires of finding rest and dont you Digg my Grave For if I dy through your Neglect pray write this on my Tomb My Judg being Fair I did expect a favoura A favourable Doom 6 And since you did my woes procure Ile try if Torments can Increase my flame or help to cure a love distracted Man Ile find some sure yet speedy way to end my miserie Too long my ruin I delay and yet seem loath And yet seem loath to Dy 7 Ile place my self on Caucasus and there Ile lend such Groanes Shall scare the Damnd Prometheus with my Sad frightfull Tones Ile make the Vultures quit their prey and feed upon my brest For through this meanes perhaps I may find hopes of have Find hopes of having rest.
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