%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Celinda's last Gasp: / OR, / Her Farewel to False Coridon. / Since Coridon prou'd false in heart, / Celinda Mourned sore, / But feeling too too great a smart, / she vow'd to Love no more: / But at the last all-Conquering Death / did ease her troubled mind, / And as she parted with her Breath, / he staid not long behind. 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 03/09/2016 34998

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R228025 1 Yougn Phoeon Young Phaon Yougn Phoeon ATtend true Lovers and give ear, / unto my Dying Song; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 Celinda's last Gasp: / OR, / Her Farewel to False Coridon. / Since Coridon prou'd false in heart, / Celinda Mourned sore, / But feeling too too great a smart, / she vow'd to Love no more: / But at the last all-Conquering Death / did ease her troubled mind, / And as she parted with her Breath, / he staid not long behind. Celindas last Gasp: OR, Her Farewel to False Coridon. Since Coridon prov’d false in heart, Celinda Mourned sore, But feeling too too great a smart, she vow’d to Love no more: But at the last all-Conquering Death did ease her troubled mind, And as she parted with her Breath, he staid not long behind. Celinda's last Gasp: OR, Her Farewell to False Coridon. Since Coridon proved false in heart, Celinda Mourned sore, But feeling too too great a smart, she vowed to Love no more: But at the last all-Conquering Death did ease her troubled mind, And as she parted with her Breath, he stayed not long behind. ?-? J. Deacon

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ATtend true Lovers and give ear, unto my Dying Song; For unto you I will declare, how Cupid did me wrong: For with his powerful cruel Dart, he sought my grief and woe, And pierc'd my tender Love-sick heart, which proves my overthrow. And Coridon who I did love, beyond all other men, To his Celinda false did prove, which cut my heart agen:
So now I to the Grave am brought, for loving too too well, Love would have brought, a heaven I thought, but now it proves a Hell. Ah! fate to me so cruel still, now let me know the cause, That you thus seek my Blood to spill, for keeping Cupids Laws: Them in my mind I thought I was oblieged to obey, But now too late I find alas, my comforts all decay.
WHen poor Celinda's dead and gone, and laid within her Grave, Write some Love Verses on my Tomb, all I now do crave: But yet I fear no Shepherdess, e're felt so deep a Wound, My griefs and sorrows to express, there's none that can be found. Who can relate my riged fate, and not be drown'd in Tears? Or who can pitty my sad state, that have for Months and years Been Languishing in this Abiss, and can no bottom find; Rob'd of all joy and true Loves Bliss, and troubled in my mind. And Coridon for thy hard heart, thou shalt tormented be, For causing all this grief and smart, which happened unto me: For in the dead time of the night, while others take their rest, With Visions strange i'le thee affright, and prove a dreadful Guest. Oh then too late thou shalt repent, that thou wert so unkind, 'Twill be in vain for to lament, that thou shalt surely find: Where ever thou shalt be alone, i'le still be in they sight, I'le make thee sigh, and grieve, and mourn, and rob thee of Delight.
That thou mayst be a warning to such as like thee would prove, And seek more Maidens to undo, wrapt up in bonds of Love: Who cannot find one hours content, but burn with endless fire, And do both night and day lament, wanting their hearts desire. So farewel cruel Coridon, i'le never love thee more, Thou once wert he I doted on, and did too much adore: One minute I out of my mind, could not my Shepherd keep, But he was Cruel and unkind, and laught to see me weep. My sorrows now will have an end, that I continued in, And loosing his (once) faithful friend, his Torments will begin: True lovers all observe his fall, of falshood still beware, For punishment is due to all, that lay for Maids a snare. And thus the poor Celinda Dy'd, with a sad troubled breast, And Coridon was terrified, as is before exprest: But let no lovers after this, be faithless and unkind, For when the Shepherd did see this, he staid not long behind.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Sign of the Rainbow, near Davids-Inn in Holborn.