The Treasury of Musick Containing ayres and dialogues To Sing to the theorbo-lute or basse-viol. Composed |
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The Desparing Lover.
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Cruel Cælia, did you know,Or at the least, but think my Woe,
Your fairer Mind
Would prove
So kind, that ev'ry Passion then would move
To pity, where you cannot love.
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Could a Sigh, a Tear, a Grone,Things pale Passion feeds upon;
A Midnight Grove,
Place fit for Love:
Could these but enter in your thought,
Youl'd then confess Love dearly sought.
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Cruel Fairest, there you sitAs unconcern'd, as if my Wit
To Mirth did move,
Not to plead Love:
You'r like the Deer, which list'ning stand
To hear me Play, but slight the Hand.
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Fairest, like them, you admireThe Musick, but neglect the Fire,
The Air that beats
And gives me heat:
To tell you, Cruel Beauty, you
Have out-done Him that worships You.
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