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CORYDONS Complaint.
Those joys that us'd to flatter me
ô Phyllis when I courted thee,
Under yon' shady beechen tree
To cruell grief are chang'd
ô Phyllis when I courted thee,
Under yon' shady beechen tree
To cruell grief are chang'd
Torments my pleasures; griefs my joy,
Pains my quiet rest destroy,
Since thou'rt to Corydon grown coy,
And from my Love estrang'd
Pains my quiet rest destroy,
Since thou'rt to Corydon grown coy,
And from my Love estrang'd
Did e're I your commands neglect?
That thus my sute you now reject,
And pay my love with disrespect,
My kindness with disdain?
That thus my sute you now reject,
And pay my love with disrespect,
My kindness with disdain?
Say how I purchace may releife,
Or murther'd must I be by grief?
Speak that my torments may be brief;
Give death to ease my pain.
Or murther'd must I be by grief?
Speak that my torments may be brief;
Give death to ease my pain.
If you are pleas'd to martyr me,
Or binde me unto slavery,
There is another tyranny
That you may exercise;
Or binde me unto slavery,
There is another tyranny
That you may exercise;
Those burning flames, your eyes can give:
A Slave, bound by Loves Chaines I live
May, without Hope of a reprieve;
Thus you may tyrannize.
A Slave, bound by Loves Chaines I live
May, without Hope of a reprieve;
Thus you may tyrannize.
Since that my words are spent in vain,
Whilest Cruel you laugh at my pain,
I at the feet of your disdain
Will fall, and prostrate lye.
Whilest Cruel you laugh at my pain,
I at the feet of your disdain
Will fall, and prostrate lye.
Henceforth I'le banish all my pleasure,
Since you the chiefest of my Treasure,
Have heap'd my Griefs beyond all Measure,
I'le yield to destiny.
Since you the chiefest of my Treasure,
Have heap'd my Griefs beyond all Measure,
I'le yield to destiny.
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