Cupid and Hymen a Voyage to the Isles of love and matrimony. Containing A most Diverting Account of the Inhabitants of those Two Vast and Populous Countries, their Laws, Customs, and Government. Interspersed With many useful Directions and Cautions how to avoid the dangerous Precipices and Quicksands that these Islands abound with, and wherein so many Thousands, who have undertaken the Voyage, have miserably perished. By the Facetious H. C. [i.e. Henry Carey] and T. B.: To which are added, a map of the Island of Marriage; The Batchelor's Estimate of the Expences attending a Married Life. The Married Man's Answer to it; None but Fools Marry, a Vindication of the Estimate; and a Boulster Lecture, &c. By Simon Single ... The Fourth Edition |
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['Tis then decreed above, that I must dye]
'Tis then decreed above, that I must dye,
My deadly Pains admit no Remedy;
And what's, in vain, apply'd to give me Ease
But more exasperates the fierce Disease:
Thy short-liv'd Pleasures all, my Soul, are dead,
Zelinda is, for ever, from thee fled:
Then cease, to murmur longer, and repine,
And losing her, thy hated Life resign.
Far from the Fair, who was my sole Delight,
Far from those Eyes, which only charm'd my Sight,
By various Passions toss'd, my wounded Soul,
To each is made a Prey, without Controul.
Of my once pleasing Flame, nought now remains,
But cutting Sorrows, and Heart-wounding Pains;
'Till my sad Days, in deadly Langour pass'd,
Quite sink me down in endless Night at last.
Absence does still a Cure effectual prove,
For the Soul-vexing Mem'ry of one's Love:
But, woe is me! to quench my raging Flame,
In vain I court the melancholy Dame;
True, from Zelinda's Love, she'as banish'd me,
And from her pleasing Talk and Company;
But her bright Charms, whose Pow'r too well I know,
Are ever present, to increase my Woe.
My deadly Pains admit no Remedy;
And what's, in vain, apply'd to give me Ease
But more exasperates the fierce Disease:
Thy short-liv'd Pleasures all, my Soul, are dead,
Zelinda is, for ever, from thee fled:
Then cease, to murmur longer, and repine,
And losing her, thy hated Life resign.
Far from the Fair, who was my sole Delight,
Far from those Eyes, which only charm'd my Sight,
By various Passions toss'd, my wounded Soul,
To each is made a Prey, without Controul.
Of my once pleasing Flame, nought now remains,
But cutting Sorrows, and Heart-wounding Pains;
'Till my sad Days, in deadly Langour pass'd,
Quite sink me down in endless Night at last.
Absence does still a Cure effectual prove,
For the Soul-vexing Mem'ry of one's Love:
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In vain I court the melancholy Dame;
True, from Zelinda's Love, she'as banish'd me,
And from her pleasing Talk and Company;
But her bright Charms, whose Pow'r too well I know,
Are ever present, to increase my Woe.
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