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Houghton Library - Hazlitt EC65
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The Lunatic Lover;
OR
The Young Man's Call to Grim King of the
Ghosts for Cure.

GRim King of the Ghosts make hast,
and bring hither all your Train,
See how the Pale Moon doth wast,
and just now is in the Wain.

Come all you Night-Hags with all your Charms,
and revelling Witches away,
And hug me close in your Arms,
to you my respects I'll pay.

I'll court you and think you fair;
since Love does distract my Brain,
I'll go and I'll wed the Night Mare,
and kiss her and kiss her again:

But if she proves peevish and proud,
then a pise of her Love let her go,
I'll seek me a winding Shroud,
and down to the Shades below.

A Lunacy I endure,
since Reason departs away,
I call to those Hags for Cure,
as knowing not what I say:

The Beauty whom I adore,
[n]ow slights me with scorn and disdain,
I never shall see her more,
ah! how shall I bear my Pain,

I ramble and range about,
to find out my charming Saint,
While she at my Grief does flout,
and smiles at my loud Complaint:

Distraction I see is my Doom,
of this I am too too sure:
A Rival is got in my Room,
while Torments I do endure,

Strange Fancies do fill my Head,
while wandring in Despair,
I am to the Desarts led,
expecting to find her there:

Methinks in a spangl'd Cloud
I see her enthron'd on high,
Then to her I cry'd aloud,
and labour'd to reach the Sky.

When thus I have rav'd a while,
and weary'd myself in vain,

I lie on the barren Soil,
and bitterly do complain,

'Till Slumber hath quitted me,
in Sorrow I sigh and weep,
The Clouds are my Canopy,
to cover me while I sleep.

I dream that my charming Fair
is then in my Rival[']s Bed,
Whose Tresses of golden Hair
is on the fair Pillows spread:

Then this doth my Passion enflame,
I start and no longer can lie,
Ah, Silvia thou art thou not to blame
to ruin a Lover? I cry.

Grim King of the Ghosts be true,
and hurry me hence away,
My languishing Life to you
as Tribute I freely pay:

To the Elysian Shades I pass'd,
in hopes to be free from Care,
Where many a bleeding Ghost
is hovering in the Air.


FINIS.
Northampton, Printed for N. Ward, in
Sun-Lane in Reading; Where Chap-
men may be furnish'd with all Sorts
of Broadsheets and Histories; Old
and new Ballads, cheaper and much
better done, than in any Place o
England.

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