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<HEAD>THE Lamented LOVERS: OR, THE Young Men and Maiden's Grief for the Unhappy Tragedy of this Unfortunate Couple.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of <HI>Frantick Lover.</HI></OPENER>
<P>Licen&s;ed according to Order.</P>
<Q>My Love I come to Thee.</Q>
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<LG>
<L>YOu Dam&s;els now of Beauty bright,</L>
<L>It is to you the&s;e Lines I write;</L>
<L>your Cruelty give e'er,</L>
<L>And do not here like Tyrants reign,</L>
<L>And kill tho&s;e with your high disdain,</L>
<L>which doth your Charms adore,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A young man lately lov'd a Maid,</L>
<L>To whom he often &s;ighing &s;aid,</L>
<L>my Dear, &s;ome Pitty &s;how.</L>
<L>And yield to me &s;ome kind relief,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e my Heart will break with Grief:</L>
<L><HI>'twill prove my overthrow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ten thou&s;and thoughts runs in my Head,</L>
<L>When lying on my re&s;tle&s;s Bed.</L>
<L>and Tears like Fountains flow;</L>
<L>Oh! let thy Frowns to Ble&s;&s;ings turn,</L>
<L>For if in love I longer burn,</L>
<L><HI>'twill prove my overthrow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>Will not my &s;ighs &s;ome pitty move?</L>
<L>Behold the plea&s;ant Charms of Love,</L>
<L>in e'ry Vein does &s;low;</L>
<L>Some comfort to thy Servant give,</L>
<L>Without thy Love I cannot live,</L>
<L><HI>'twill prove my overthrow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The &s;cornful Dam&s;el did reply,</L>
<L>Your Suit I utterly defie;</L>
<L>pray from my pre&s;ence go;</L>
<L>'Tis &s;trange that Love &s;hould be &s;o hot,</L>
<L>Your Life or Death I value not,</L>
<L><HI>or eke your overthrow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Each word was like a killing Dart,</L>
<L>Which pierc'd the young man to the Heart,</L>
<L>he &s;treight from her did go,</L>
<L>With a mo&s;t di&s;contented mind,</L>
<L>He often &s;ighing &s;aid, I find</L>
<L><HI>&s;he'll prove my overthrow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His &s;corching Love &s;traightway did turn</L>
<L>Unto a Feaver which did burn,</L>
<L>he &s;traight to bed did go,</L>
<L>From whence he never did ari&s;e,</L>
<L>But often &s;aid with Sighs and Cries,</L>
<L><HI>Love proves my overthrow</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I now &s;hall never &s;ee thee more,</L>
<L>Whom I &s;o dearly did adore,</L>
<L>&s;ince you no kindne&s;s &s;how,</L>
<L>I'll dye a Martyr for thy &s;ake,</L>
<L>And with the&s;e words his heart did break,</L>
<L><HI>love proves my overthrow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<P><LABEL>The Maidens Reply.</LABEL></P>
<LG>
<L>Now when this Dam&s;el &s;he did hear</L>
<L>The Death of her beloved Dear;</L>
<L>&s;he wept mo&s;t bitterly:</L>
<L>To his Grave with Grief &s;he run,</L>
<L>And cried out, what have I done!</L>
<L><HI>my Frowns has murder'd thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With Grief and Cares I am oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>That night and day I take no re&s;t;</L>
<L>thy Gho&s;t methinks I &s;ee,</L>
<L>That haunts my Per&s;on night and day.</L>
<L>My Love, alas! what &s;hall I &s;ay?</L>
<L><HI>'twas I that murder'd thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Farewell Relations, Friends and all,</L>
<L>His Bloud doth for ju&s;t Vengeance call,</L>
<L>kind Death mu&s;t &s;et me free,</L>
<L>In Grave I'll lye down by thy &s;ide,</L>
<L>I am not fit to live &s;he cry'd,</L>
<L><HI>my Frowns has murder'd thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She to her Bower did return,</L>
<L>And never, never cea&s;e to mourn;</L>
<L>in Tears to that degree,</L>
<L>That Death at length her heart did &s;eize;</L>
<L>Her la&s;t and dying words are the&s;e,</L>
<L><HI>my Love I come to thee.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It was her Will, that &s;he might have</L>
<L>A Lodging in her Lover's Grave,</L>
<L>to which all did agree;</L>
<L>Both their Relations thought it fit,</L>
<L>And on her Coffin it was writ,</L>
<L><HI>My Love I come to thee.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare,</HI> and <HI>J. Back.</HI></HI></P>
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