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<HEAD><HI>Cupids Tragedy: EIBNG</HI> Corydon's Court&s;hip; <HI>Or,</HI> Philomels Exaltation.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>The new Bory;</HI> Or, <HI>Will you be a Man of Fa&s;hion.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>PRitty <HI>Phillomel</HI> was &s;o Charming,</L>
<L>&s;o much &s;weetne&s;s grac'd each part:</L>
<L>All her actions &s;o allarming,</L>
<L>&s;o much goodne&s;s in her heart:</L>
<L>That who ever &s;aw this fair one,</L>
<L>needs her Votary mu&s;t be:</L>
<L>She, ah! &s;he, is Natures dear one,</L>
<L>and I fear no le&s;s to me.</L>
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<L>Every &s;mile was &s;o betraying,</L>
<L>in each look a Plot &s;he laid:</L>
<L>This I knew, yet was obeying,</L>
<L>though I &s;aw each Ambu&s;cade.</L>
<L>And, to &s;hew my forward duty,</L>
<L>needs mu&s;t venture in her &s;ight,</L>
<L>Till her Centinels of Beauty</L>
<L>&s;truck me blind with too much light.</L>
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<L>In this Tran&s;port, like a creature,</L>
<L>with too &s;udden joy o'recome,</L>
<L>Gaz'd upon this lovely Creature,</L>
<L>till with exta&s;ie &s;truck dumb:</L>
<L>Yet my po&s;ture did di&s;cover</L>
<L>that I was her humble Slave,</L>
<L>And I found &s;he lik'd her Lover,</L>
<L>by a Signal that &s;he gave.</L>
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<L>WHen I &s;aw my Pardon granted.</L>
<L>&s;treight I did approach her han<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Ki&s;t and &s;igh'd, and &s;igh'd and panted,</L>
<L>all my &s;ences were at &s;tand:</L>
<L>Then &s;he laught, and plainly told me</L>
<L>I more manly would appear:</L>
<L>And carre&s;s a Nymph more boldly,</L>
<L>if that <HI>Phillis</HI> were but there.</L>
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<L>But if <HI>Corydon</HI> will leave her,</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> need not to de&s;pair,</L>
<L>Young <HI>Alexis</HI> will receive her,</L>
<L>and your Choice will be le&s;s fair.</L>
<L>Search the Groves and every Bower,</L>
<L>&s;et the Nymphs all on a row:</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> is of a<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">l the Flower,</L>
<L>and does bend the &s;harpe&s;t Bow.</L>
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<L>Ah, &s;aid I, divine&s;t Creature,</L>
<L>that the Powers above e're made:</L>
<L>Do not wrong the Gods and Nature,</L>
<L>but repent of what you've &s;aid:</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> does not think &s;o vainly,</L>
<L>for to give the Maid her due:</L>
<L>Oft &s;he's &s;aid the Gods that made you,</L>
<L>does admire them&s;elves in you.</L>
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<L><HI>Coridon,</HI> quoth &s;he, your prai&s;es,</L>
<L>if you love do not di&s;plea&s;e:</L>
<L>But I know a Shepherds phra&s;es</L>
<L>can di&s;&s;emble a Di&s;ea&s;e:</L>
<L>If my Beauty has the power</L>
<L>to attract to brave a Swain:</L>
<L>Walk with me to yonder Bower,</L>
<L>I will gratifie your aim.</L>
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<L><HI>Strephon</HI> all this while lay panting</L>
<L>in a Cave, where he could hear</L>
<L>Her too ea&s;ie heart con&s;enting,</L>
<L>what he begg'd for many a year.</L>
<L>Out he ru&s;ht from forth the Thicket,</L>
<L>with his Iavelin he run</L>
<L>In poor <HI>Coridon</HI> did &s;trike it,</L>
<L>dye, &s;aid he, thou happy Man.</L>
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<L>When poor <HI>philomel</HI> &s;aw him bleeding,</L>
<L>&s;tretcht along upon the ground:</L>
<L>From her eyes the tears &s;ucceeding,</L>
<L>with which &s;he wa&s;ht the bloody wound.</L>
<L>Wrung her hands, and tore her hair,</L>
<L>&s;igh'd that ever &s;he was born:</L>
<L><HI>Coridon,</HI> quoth &s;he, my Dear,</L>
<L>do not leave me thus forlorn.</L>
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<L>Thus poor <HI>philomel</HI> in di&s;traction</L>
<L>call'd on her lov'd <HI>Coridon:</HI></L>
<L>Pray'd the Gods for &s;atisfaction,</L>
<L>thorough her heart a Poniard run.</L>
<L>Thus, &s;aid &s;he, the Gods deliver</L>
<L>tho&s;e that in true love do joyn:</L>
<L>Thine, dear <HI>Coridon,</HI> thine for ever,</L>
<L>thou in life and death art mine.</L>
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