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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<HEAD>Celindas la&s;t Ga&s;p: OR, Her Farewel to Fal&s;e <HI>Coridon.</HI></HEAD>
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<L>Since <HI>Coridon</HI> prou'd fal&s;e in heart,</L>
<L><HI>Celinda</HI> Mourned &s;ore,</L>
<L>But feeling too too great a &s;mart,</L>
<L>&s;he vow'd to Love no more:</L>
<L>But at the la&s;t all Conquering Death</L>
<L>did ea&s;e her troubled mind,</L>
<L>And as &s;he parted with her Breath,</L>
<L>he &s;taid not long behind.</L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Young Ph<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">eon, Bu&s;ie Fame:</HI> Or, <HI>Cloris fult of Harmle&s;s thoughts.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>ATtend true Lovers and give ear,</L>
<L>unto my Dying Song,</L>
<L>For unto you I will declare,</L>
<L>how <HI>Cupid</HI> did me wrong:</L>
<L>For with his powerful cruel Dart,</L>
<L>he &s;ought my grief and woe,</L>
<L>And pierc'd my tender Love-&s;ick heart,</L>
<L>which proves my overthrow.</L>
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<L>And <HI>Coridon</HI> who I did love,</L>
<L>beyond all other men,</L>
<L>To his <HI>Celinda</HI> fal&s;e did prove,</L>
<L>which cut my heart agen:</L>
<L>So now I to the Grave am brought,</L>
<L>for loving too too well,</L>
<L>Love would have brought, a heaven I thought,</L>
<L>but now it Proves a Hell.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Ah! fate to me &s;o cruel &s;till,</L>
<L>now let me know the cau&s;e,</L>
<L>That you this &s;eek my Blood to &s;pill,</L>
<L>for keeping <HI>Cupids</HI> Laws:</L>
<L>Them in my mind I thought I was</L>
<L>oblieged to obey,</L>
<L>But now too late I find alas,</L>
<L>my comforts all decay.</L>
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<L>When poor <HI>Celinda's</HI> dead and gone,</L>
<L>and laid within her Brave,</L>
<L>Write &s;ome Love Ver&s;es on my Touch,</L>
<L>'tis all I now do crave:</L>
<L>But yet I fear no Shepherde&s;s,</L>
<L>e're felt &s;o deep a Wound,</L>
<L>My griefs and &s;orrows to expre&s;s,</L>
<L>there's none that can be found.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Who can relate my riged fate,</L>
<L>and not be drown'd in Tears?</L>
<L>Or who can pitty my &s;ad &s;tate,</L>
<L>that have for Months and years</L>
<L>Been Langui&s;hing in this Abi&s;s,</L>
<L>and can no bottom find;</L>
<L>Rob'd of all joy and true Loves Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>and troubled in my mind.</L>
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<L>And <HI>Coridon</HI> for thy hard heart,</L>
<L>thou &s;halt tormented be,</L>
<L>For cau&s;ing all this grief and &s;mart,</L>
<L>which happened unto me:</L>
<L>For in the dead time of the night,</L>
<L>while others take their re&s;t,</L>
<L>With Vi&s;ions &s;trange I'le thee affright,</L>
<L>and prove a breadful Gue&s;t.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Oh then too late thou &s;halt repent,</L>
<L>that thou wert &s;o unkind,</L>
<L>'Twill be in vain for to lament,</L>
<L>that thou &s;halt &s;urely find:</L>
<L>Where ever thou &s;halt be alone,</L>
<L>i'le &s;till be in thy &s;ight,</L>
<L>I'le make thee &s;igh, and grieve, and mourn,</L>
<L>and rob thee of Delight.</L>
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<L>That thou may&s;t be a warning to</L>
<L>&s;uch as like thee would prove,</L>
<L>And &s;eek more Maidens to undo,</L>
<L>wrapt up in bonds of Love:</L>
<L>Who cannot find one hours content,</L>
<L>but burn with endle&s;s fire,</L>
<L>And do both night end day lament,</L>
<L>wanting their hearts de&s;ire.</L>
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<L>So farewel cruel <HI>Coridon,</HI></L>
<L>i'le never love thee more,</L>
<L>Thou once wert he I doted on,</L>
<L>and did too much adore:</L>
<L>One minute I out of my mind,</L>
<L>could not my Shepherd keep,</L>
<L>But he was Cruel and unkind,</L>
<L>and laught to &s;ee me weep.</L>
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<L>My &s;orrows now will have an end,</L>
<L>that I continued in,</L>
<L>And loo&s;ing his (once) faithful friend,</L>
<L>his Torments will begin:</L>
<L>True lovers all ob&s;erve his fall,</L>
<L>of fal&s;hood &s;till beware,</L>
<L>For puni&s;hment is due to all,</L>
<L>that lay for Maids a &s;hare.</L>
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<L>And thus the poor <HI>Celinda</HI> Dy'd,</L>
<L>with a &s;ad troubled brea&s;t,</L>
<L>And <HI>Coridon</HI> was terrified,</L>
<L>as is before expre&s;t:</L>
<L>But let no lovers after this,</L>
<L>be faithle&s;s and unkind,</L>
<L>For when the Shepherd did &s;ee this,</L>
<L>he &s;taid not long behind.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>J. Deacon,</HI> at the Sign of the <HI>Rainbow,</HI> near <HI>Davids-Inn</HI> in <HI>Holborn.</HI></P>
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