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National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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Coy Celia's Cruelty;
The Languishing Lovers Lamentation:
The last New Play-Song sung at the Theatre-Royal, in a New Play called Amphitrion.
To an excellent New Play-House Tune.

CElia that I once was blest,
Is now the Torment of my Breast;
Since to cure me, you bereave me
of the Pleasure, I possest:
Cruel Creature to deceive me,
First to love, and then to leave me;
Cruel Creature, etc.

Had you the Bliss refus'd to grant,
I then had never known the want;
But possessing once the Blessing,
is the Cause of my Complaint:
Once possessing is but tasting,
'Tis not Bliss that is not lasting.
Once possessing, etc.

Celia now is mine no more,
But I'm hers, and must adore;
Nor to leave her will endeavour,
Charms that Captiv'd me before:
No Unkindness can dissever,
Love that's True is Love for ever.
No Unkindness, etc.

Such is mine, I do declare,
Who dotes upon the charming Fair;
To requite me, she will slight me,
Love I find a fatal Snare:
Why was Celia made a Beauty,
That can thus forget her Duty?
Why was Celia, etc.

Oh! what fatal killing Smart,
Do I sustain from Cupids Dart;
Can my Jewel be so cruel,
to wound her Loyal Lover's Heart,
Oh! be kinder, do not kill me,
Nor with so much Torment fill me.
Oh! be kinder, etc.

If you'll Triumph in Disdain,
Love, rather than to live in pain:
Let Death's Arrow pierce me throrow,
a Pleasure to be slain:
Cruel Creature to deceive me,
First to love, and then to leave me,
Cruel Creature, etc.

If my Joys thou wilt restore,
Then cou'd I slight the Golden Ore,
'Tis not Treasure, but sweet Pleasure,
I so dearly do adore;
Therefore Celia don't deny me,
I am Loyal, do but try me,
Therefore Celia, etc.

Sometimes in a golden Dream,
She doth kind and loyal seem,
When I waken, I'm forsaken
in a far and worse extream:
My poor Soul is then tormented,
And my Sighs with Tears are vented.
My poor Soul, etc.

Tho' she may her Love disown,
With a Heart more hard than stone,
There's no Blessing worth possessing,
like fair Celias Charms alone;
Cruel Creature to deceive me,
First to love, and then to leave me.
Cruel Creature, etc.

Come ye little Nymphs that wait,
While I my Sorrows do relate;
She can cure, hasten to her,
tell her of my wretched State;
If she grants not my desire,
I next minute will expire.
If she grants, etc.

Printed for C. Bates at the Sun and Bible in Pye-corner.

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