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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The two Unhappy Lovers; Being a Wealthy Merchant who broke his heart for Love, and the Mercers Beautiful Daughter, who after his Death, Poy&s;oned her+&s;elf in di&s;pair.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>If Love's a &s;weet Pa&s;&s;ion.</HI></OPENER>
<HEADNOTE><P>Licen&s;ed According to Order.</P></HEADNOTE>
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<LG N="1">
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>IN <HI>London</HI> there lived a Beautiful Maid,</L>
<L>Only Daughter unto a Rich Mercer by Trade,</L>
<L>VVho had left to her Portion full three thou&s;and pound,</L>
<L>Thus both Riches and beauty in her did abound;</L>
<L>But the Pride of her in&s;olent heart &s;oar'd above</L>
<L>All the graces of Beauty, and bla&s;ted her Love.</L>
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<LG N="2">
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>As through the fair City &s;he blazed her fame,</L>
<L>For to Court her, a Merchant and Shop-keeper came</L>
<L>Nay, a wealthy young Squire, and Curnol likewi&s;e,</L>
<L>Each indeavour'd to gain this Rich Beautiful prize,</L>
<L>But their proffered Services prov'd but in vain,</L>
<L>For &s;he frown'd, and returned the Darts of di&s;dain.</L>
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<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>I'll have no Mechanick Shop-keeper, &s;he cry'd,</L>
<L>Nor &s;hall any poor Souldier e're Ive by my &s;ide;</L>
<L>No, nor Merchant, who ventures his &s;tock on the Seas</L>
<L>She return'd them &s;uch in&s;olent an&s;wers as the&s;e;</L>
<L>But the wealthy young Squire &s;he fancy'd we hear,</L>
<L>VVho&s;e E&s;tate was &s;ome five or &s;ix thou&s;and a year.</L>
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<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>The Noble brave Curnol he valu'd her not,</L>
<L>And the Shop-keeper &s;traight ways her beauty forgot;</L>
<L>But the wounded young Merchant he langui&s;hing cry'd,</L>
<L>Have I lov'd her! yet mu&s;t I be clearly deny'd?</L>
<L>O go tell her, except &s;he &s;ome pitty will take,</L>
<L>That her Langui&s;hing Lover mu&s;t dye for her &s;ake.</L>
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<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>She &s;oon was inform'd of her langui&s;hing Love,</L>
<L>Yet no manner of pitty this Dam&s;el could move;</L>
<L>But &s;he laugh'd in deri&s;ion and thus did reply,</L>
<L>I'll not hinder the Youth, if he's willing to dye;</L>
<L>For no Merchant my Per&s;on &s;hall ever imbrace,</L>
<L>While a Rich noble Gallant young Squire's in place.</L>
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<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>So &s;oon as her An&s;wer was brought to his Ear,</L>
<L>He reply'd with a Sigh and a Sorrowful tear,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> am ruin'd by Beauty, my Glory is fled,</L>
<L>In the dark &s;ilent Grave <HI>I</HI> will now lay my Head</L>
<L>Thus he &s;traitway departed, and left her to know,</L>
<L>Many days of &s;ad &s;orrow for &s;lighting him &s;o.</L>
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<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>The Squire whom &s;he did &s;o dearly adore,</L>
<L>He rejected her Charms, and came near her no more,</L>
<L>This beginning of &s;orrow &s;he presently found,</L>
<L>For the Arrows of <HI>Cupid</HI> had given the VVound,</L>
<L>And did cau&s;e her in pa&s;&s;ionate &s;orrow to cry,</L>
<L>There is none in the world more unhappy than I.</L>
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<LG N="8">
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>My true Love the Merchant I &s;ent to the Grave,</L>
<L>VVhen it lay in my ab&s;olute power to &s;ave</L>
<L>His dear innocent Life; nay, I kill'd him with grief,</L>
<L>And deny'd him &s;o much as one glance of relief;</L>
<L>Therefore now to my pa&s;&s;ionate &s;orrow I find,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> am ju&s;tly rewarded, and &s;erv'd in my kind.</L>
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<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>After my true love to the Grave let me go,</L>
<L>For here's nothing but torment and trouble <HI>I</HI> know,</L>
<L>With which my poor &s;orrowful Soul is oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>Let this Potion of Poy&s;on now end the conte&s;t,</L>
<L>Then &s;he took up the draught, and did trembling cry,</L>
<L>I am coming my Love, for thy &s;ake I will dye.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for: <HI>I. Conyers,</HI> at the <HI>Anchor</HI> and <HI>Bible</HI> near St. <HI>Peter's</HI> Church in <HI>Corn-Hill.</HI></P>
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