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<HEAD>The Love-Sick Maid: Or, <HI>Cordelias</HI> lamentation for the ab&s;ence of her <HI>Gerhard.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant New Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>BE gone</L>
<L>Thou fatal fiery feavor, now be gone,</L>
<L>let Love alone,</L>
<L>Let his Etherial flames po&s;&s;e&s;s my brea&s;t,</L>
<L>His fires,</L>
<L>From thy con&s;uming heat no aid requires,</L>
<L>for &s;wift de&s;ires,</L>
<L>Tran&s;ports my pa&s;&s;ion to a throne of re&s;t;</L>
<L>Where I,</L>
<L>Who in the pride of health, did</L>
<L>never feel &s;uch warmth to move;</L>
<L>By &s;ickne&s;s tam'd am &s;o inflam'd,</L>
<L>I know no joys but love.</L>
<L>And he</L>
<L>That trifled many tedious hours</L>
<L>away, my love to try,</L>
<L>In little &s;pace had gain'd the grace,</L>
<L>to have more power than I.</L>
<L>Depart</L>
<L>Thou &s;corching fury, quick from me depart,</L>
<L>think not my heart,</L>
<L>To thy dull flame &s;hall be a &s;acrifice;</L>
<L>A Maid</L>
<L>Dread <HI>Cupid</HI> now is on thy Altar laid,</L>
<L>by thee betray'd,</L>
<L>A Rich oblation to re&s;tore thine eyes:</L>
<L>But yet</L>
<L>My fair acknowledgement will</L>
<L>prove thou ha&s;t no c<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">aft,</L>
<L>To bend thy Bow again&s;t thy foe,</L>
<L>that aim'd to catch the &s;halt:</L>
<L>For if</L>
<L>That at my brea&s;t thy arrows</L>
<L>thou all at once let his,</L>
<L>She that receives a thou&s;and &s;heaves,</L>
<L>can do no more but due.</L>
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<L>No more</L>
<L>you learn'd phy&s;itians, tire your brains no more</L>
<L>pray give me o're,</L>
<L>Mine is a cure, in Phy&s;ick never read;</L>
<L>Although</L>
<L>You skilful Doctors all the world doth know,</L>
<L>pray let me go.</L>
<L>You may as well make practice on the Dead.</L>
<L>But if</L>
<L>My <HI>Gerrard</HI> dain to view me</L>
<L>with the glory of his looks,</L>
<L>I make no doubt to live without</L>
<L>Phy&s;itians and their books.</L>
<L>'Tis he</L>
<L>That with his balmed Ki&s;&s;es</L>
<L>can re&s;tore my late&s;t breath;</L>
<L>That bli&s;s is this, to gain a Ki&s;s</L>
<L>can &s;ave a maid from death?</L>
<L>To you</L>
<L>That tell me of another world, I bow,</L>
<L>and will allow</L>
<L>Your Sacred Precepts, if you'll grant me this,</L>
<L>That he</L>
<L>Whom I e&s;teem of next the Deity,</L>
<L>may go with me,</L>
<L>Without who&s;e pre&s;ence there can be no bli&s;s,</L>
<L>Go teach</L>
<L>Your tenets of eternity;</L>
<L>to tho&s;e that aged be,</L>
<L>And not per&s;wade a love&s;ick maid</L>
<L>there's any heaven but he.</L>
<L>But &s;tay</L>
<L>Methinks an icy &s;lumber</L>
<L>hath po&s;&s;e&s;&s;t my frency brain;</L>
<L>Pray did him dye if you &s;ee I</L>
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<HEAD><HI>The Young-<HI>Mans</HI> An&s;wer: Or, his Dying Breath, Lamenting for his fair <HI>Cordelias</HI> Death.</HI></HEAD>
<OPENER>To a Delightful New Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>Come on</L>
<L>thou fatal me&s;&s;enger from her that's gone</L>
<L>left I alone</L>
<L>Within that quenchle&s;s flame for ever fry;</L>
<L>The Lake</L>
<L>Of love being kindled, wherein none can take</L>
<L>re&s;t, but wake,</L>
<L>Where &s;lumber hath no power to clo&s;e the eye;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t I</L>
<L>That by my fair <HI>Cordelia</HI></L>
<L>de&s;ire to take a &s;leep,</L>
<L>With lids wide &s;pread upon my bed</L>
<L>am forc'd a watch to keep:</L>
<L>And &s;he</L>
<L>That waited many tedious hours,</L>
<L>my con&s;tancy to try,</L>
<L>Is now at re&s;t, while I oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>fain would but cannot dye.</L>
<L>Di&s;patch</L>
<L>Thou &s;corching fury, quickly now di&s;patch,</L>
<L>by Death I watch.</L>
<L>To be relea&s;t from this tormenting flame;</L>
<L>The Dart</L>
<L>Sent from dread <HI>Cupid,</HI> &s;ticks fa&s;t in my heart,</L>
<L>I wanting art,</L>
<L>Had not the power for to re&s;i&s;t the fame</L>
<L>Though &s;he</L>
<L>Who by her late acknowledgment,</L>
<L>profe&s;t thou had&s;t no craft,</L>
<L>Yet from thy bow thou mad&s;t her know</L>
<L>what power lay in the &s;haft:</L>
<L>Yut then</L>
<L>Thou &s;ent'&s;t another arrow</L>
<L>which me of hopes be re&s;t,</L>
<L>Mo&s;t like a &s;oe to wound me &s;o,</L>
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<L>Wherefore</L>
<L>Did you Phy&s;itians give my mi&s;tre&s;s o're</L>
<L>had you no more</L>
<L>Experience, but what you in books have read;</L>
<L>Or why</L>
<L>(You learned Doctors) did you cea&s;e to try</L>
<L>your skills, when I</L>
<L>Might have reviv'd her if &s;he'd not been dead?</L>
<L>And yet</L>
<L>Suppo&s;e that I in Per&s;on</L>
<L>had pre&s;ent been to view her;</L>
<L>Is there &s;uch grace in any face</L>
<L>to work &s;o great a cure?</L>
<L>But now</L>
<L>I'm come too late to ki&s;s her,</L>
<L>which were it not in vain,</L>
<L>After her death I'd &s;pend my breath</L>
<L>to fetch her back again.</L>
<L>Vnto</L>
<L>The fair <HI>Elizium</HI> thither will I go,</L>
<L>whereas I know</L>
<L>She is amongh&s;t tho&s;e &s;acred ones prefer'd,</L>
<L>Then I</L>
<L>Shall be admitted for to come &s;o nigh,</L>
<L>pardon I'll cry</L>
<L>For my long ab&s;ence, wherein I have err'd:</L>
<L>And &s;ince</L>
<L>By her I was e&s;teem'd</L>
<L>&s;o much on earth being here,</L>
<L>Hence for her &s;ake no re&s;t I'll take,</L>
<L>till I have found her there.</L>
<L>No more,</L>
<L>But only I de&s;ire</L>
<L>to hear my pa&s;&s;ing bell;</L>
<L>That Virgins may lament the day</L>
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