True Lovers Extremity;
OR,
The Maidens miserable Moan.
This Charming Fair, through deep Dispair,
did end her Days in Grief:
To Death alone, she made her moan,
who yielded her Relief.
To the Tune of, Charon make hast, etc.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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I Having an hour of time and leisure,
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straight to the Valley I did repair,
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And where I resolved to take my Pleasure,
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among the Lillies so sweet and fair:
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I in a moment was amazed,
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hearing a youthful Damsel cry,
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As in a Passion her Voice she raised,
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never was Lover more true than I.
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Then I being willing to know the reason
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of the sad moan which the Damsel made,
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There I resolved to tarry a season,
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straight with a sorrowfull sigh she said,
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He made a Vow and now he forgoes it,
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I never knew the reason why;
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While I was with him, full well he knows it,
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never was Lover more true than I.
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Down from her Eyes then her Tears they were flowing
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so that her Passion encreased sore;
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To her alas! I would fain have been going,
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but that I fear'd to offend her more:
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Her very Tears and Sighs did grieve me,
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the which did seem to pierce the Sky,
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Saying, alas! though my Love does leave me
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never was Creature more true than I.
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When he did call me his dear Love and Jewel,
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making to me a most solemn Vow,
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I never thought he could have been so cruel
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as to my Sorrow I find him now.
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By his fair Words I was deluded
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therefore I here in Sorrow lye,
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Tho' from his presence I am excluded
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never was Creature more true than I.
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Strephon he oftentimes su'd for my favour,
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never was any young Swain so kind,
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But my Affections was settled forever,
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I cannot waver with any Wind
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No other Swain shall e'er enjoy me,
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I for his sake had rather dye,
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Tho' by Unkindness he does destroy me,
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never was Creature more true than I.
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Long was I woo'd e'er he once cou'd obtain me,
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fearing, alas! what I find too true,
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He most unworthily now does refrain me,
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here may I bid all my Joys adieu:
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This yielding Heart has prov'd my ruine,
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here in this silent Grove I'll dye,
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Nothing but Sorrows I find ensuing,
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never was Creature more true than I.
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I'll bid adieu to that ungratefull Creature
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which is the cause of my grief and woe,
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Death I desire, there's nothing more sweeter
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to the Elizium Shades I'll goe;
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Where with young Lovers I will wander,
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free from this sad Extremity;
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I cannot bear what I now lye under,
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never was Creature more true than I.
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With that her speech began for to fail her,
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saying, Farewell to my unkind Love.
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Every Creature did seem to bewail her,
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nothing was pleasant in all the Grove:
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Her silken Locks, alas, she rended,
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saying, I here for Love must Dye!
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With these last words then her Sorrows ended.
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never was Creature more true than I.
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