The Mistaken LOVER;
OR,
The supposed Ungrateful Creature,
appears a True Pattern of LOYALTY.
Alas! in vain he did Complain,
And counted her his Foe;
Concluding she would Cruel be,
but it was nothing so.
To an Excellent New Tune, Sung at Court.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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OH so Ungrateful a Creature,
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ne'r could I thought you to be,
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First to abuse my good Nature,
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laugh at my Simplicity:
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You above all, had least reason,
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first to abuse my poor heart,
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But if another had done it,
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you ought to have taken my part.
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Curse of your cunning proceeding,
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curse of your private Amour,
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While my poor heart lies a bleeding,
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may you be double curse o're:
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Was you but kind as you're cruel,
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then you may talk of a bliss,
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But you preserve me for Fuel,
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O what a Tyrant is this!
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You that my Torment invented,
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proving the cause of my grief,
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May you in Dreams be tormented,
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never obtaining Relief:
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Languishing like one forsaken
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drowned in sorrowful tears,
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Evermore when you awaken,
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haunted with troops of new fears.
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Tho' in disdain you forsake me,
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seeing my joys are increas'd,
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'Tis not your Frowns that shall make me
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ever repine in the least
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'Tis not a true Lovers duty,
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such a hard heart to adore,
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I'le never dote on your Beauty,
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since there is many in store,
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When he had made this Oration,
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then the young Damsel drew near,
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Not in a furious Passion,
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but like a Lover most dear:
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Why dost thou count me Disloyal,
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this makes my very heart ake,
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Might it be put to the tryal,
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Love, I would dye for thy sake.
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How could you Curse me, that never
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proved once false to my Love,
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Making my constant endeavour,
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everything to remove,
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Which might thy Happiness hinder;
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this is the truth of my heart,
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If I have been an Offender,
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then let me suffer the smart.
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Love, I cannot be so Fickle,
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she in soft Language replys,
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While many tears they did trickle,
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down from her beautiful eyes:
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I that have never offended,
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you judge me guilty to stand,
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O that my sorrows were ended,
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by the most fatalest hand.
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Hearing her sorrowful Ditty,
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and that her Love it was pure,
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Then he was moved with pitty,
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and could no longer endure.
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Then in the purest perfection,
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sorrows was turned to Bliss,
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Sealing her perfect protection,
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with many a render sweet kiss.
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