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R31083 1 Ah Jenny Gin, &c. Jenny Gin Ah Jenny Gin, &c. HOw long Elisa shall I mourn / and sigh to you my pain? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 529 Good Luck at last: / OR, / The Art of Scorning discovered. Good Luck at last: OR, The Art of Scorning discovered. Good Luck at last: OR, The Art of Scorning discovered. ?-? P. Brooksby

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Alexis. HOw long Elisa shall I mourn and sigh to you my pain? How long do you design to scorn, and thus severe remain? Shall sighs no power have to free me from this wound I bear? Nor tears to drown my misery? ye gods must I despair? Elisa. In vain Alexis you pretend to win Elisas heart, You foolishly your time do spend, for you augment your smart:

Then Cordial Admonition take, in time your suit give ore; Draw in those rains which are too slack, resolve to love no more, Alexis. Command the torrent of the Sea, its head-long course to stay. Or make fierce Tempests calm to be, when those you do obey: Then Ile resolve to court no more, for ile preposterous prove, Ile leave the goddess I adore, and quite relinquish love.

Elisa. Amintas now my heart doth own, he now injoys that jem, To him it doth belong alone, nothing can it redeem: Hence therefore bold Usurper fly, if good words cant prevail, I this experiment will try; severer usage shall. Alexis. All will not do; for I will love to my last sighd-out breath; Nought my hot passion can remove but the cold hand of death: Death, whol immediately appear, when ere Alexis please; This fatal Sword shall fetch him here; my second wisht-for ease. To thee (O Cupid) I must make myself a sacrifice; A purer sure you ner did take into eternal bliss: Sword, now thy dreadful point appear, to strike Alexis dead, And send his soul exempt from care to its celestial bed.

Elisa. Hold, hold my dear that impious hand, this bloody Scene remove; Let Death avaunt at the command of my all conquering love: Long since you did obtain my heart, though always I seemd coy, Though I to scorn you had the art, you only was my joy, Alexis, Charm me Elisa with that voice tell this to th gods above, Tell them that mortalls here have joys as great as they; in love Come dear Elisa, come apace, fly to my longing arms, Let us injoy while time and place invites each others charms

FINIS LONDON, Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden Ball near the Hospital gate in West Smithfield.