%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Amintor's lamentation for Celia's Unkindness / Setting forth the passion of a Young-man, who falling in love with a coy / Lady that had no kindness for him, persued his inclinations so far, that / she was forced to fly beyond the Sea, to avoid the importunity of his Ad- / dress, whereupon he thus complains. / Both Sexes from this Song may learn, / of what they should beware: / How in extreams they may discern, / Unkindness and dispair. Duffett, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/18/2014 33687

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R227958 1 Since Celias my foe. Since Celia's My Foe Since Celias my foe. SInce Celia's my Foe, / To a Desart Ile go, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1061 Amintor's lamentation for Celia's Unkindness / Setting forth the passion of a Young-man, who falling in love with a coy / Lady that had no kindness for him, persued his inclinations so far, that / she was forced to fly beyond the Sea, to avoid the importunity of his Ad- / dress, whereupon he thus complains. / Both Sexes from this Song may learn, / of what they should beware: / How in extreams they may discern, / Unkindness and dispair. Amintor's lamentation for Celia's Unkindness Setting forth the passion of a Young-man, who falling in love with a coy Lady that had no kindness for him, pursued his inclinations so far, that she was forced to fly beyond the Sea, to avoid the importunity of his Ad- dress, whereupon he thus complains. / Both Sexes from this Song may learn, of what they should beware: / How in extremes they may discern, Unkindness and despair. Duffett, Thomas ?-? P. Brooksby

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SInce Celias my Foe, To a Desart Ile go, Where some River for ever shall eccho my Wo! The Trees will appear More relenting than her, In the morning, adorning, each Leaf with a tear. When I make my sad moan, To the Rocks all alone, From each hollow Will follow some pittiful groan: But with silent disdain, She requites all my pain: To my mourning, returning no answer again.
O why was I born, To a Fate so forlorn, To inherit, Not merit her anger, or scorn: My affection is such, As no blemish can touch, Yet i'm slighted, and spighted for loving too much. Perhaps cou'd I prove, More unjust to my love, I might find her, yet kinder, and pitty might move, But i'le chuse to obey, Tho' I dye by the way; Yet 'tis better, Than get her. by going astray.
THen why shou'd you fly, My fair Celia? O why? When to please ye easte, for Amintas to dye. If your Lover you'd shun, You no danger shall run, Him you banish will vanish, And from you be gone. Stay Celia unkind, Will you leave me behind, Let me enter, and venture myself with the Wind. Ah! from me will you part, Who so love your desert? Either tarry, Or carry your flave with his heart. Were you but secure, I'de your absence endure, Were all danger a stranger to Virgins so pure: But some insolent wave, May your merit out-brave, Both regardless, and careless What vertues you have.
Yet Storms shall not dare, To assault one so fair, To attend you i'le send you, sighs softer than air: The Nymphs of the Deep, My dear Celia shall keep, On a Pillow, each Billow Shall lull you asleep. The Seas they shall dance, And the Winds shall advance, With your Gally To dally, and guide you to France; While I from the Shore, My fair Idol adore; Till that Neptune your Captain, Hath wafted you o're. Then Celia adieu, When I cease to pursue, You'l discover No Lover was ever so true, Your sad Shepherd flies From those dear cruel eyes, Which not seeing his being, Decays and he dies.
Yet 'tis better to run To the fates we can't shun, Then forever T'endeavor what cannot be won: What ye Gods have I done That Amintor alone, Is thus treated, and hated for loving but one? And thus I complain, Tho 'tis all but in vain, Yet the trouble is double, to stifle my pain: The Sea or the Shore, I as well might implore, They'r as moving, and loving as her I adore. Then since 'tis the fate Of my wretched estate, Without pitty, fit I submit to her hate. For as Winter comes on When Apollo is gone, So declining, and pining, She leaves me alone.
Printed for P. Brooksby, near the Hospital-gate in West-smithfield.