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<DATE>2008-11-06</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080925.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD><HI>Coridon and Parthenia,</HI> The Langui&s;hing Shepherd made Happy.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Or,<HI>Faithful Love rewarded.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD>Being a mo&s;t Plea&s;ant and Delectable New Play Song:</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Here mournful Love is turn'd into Delight,</L>
<L>To this we a Cha&s;t amori&s;t Invite;</L>
<L>Where Charming beauty rules its powr's like Death,</L>
<L>To Save or Murder with the &s;elf-&s;ame breath:</L>
<L>The Noble Swain, who&s;e Youthful Love hath won</L>
<L>So many Mymphs, by Love was here undone:</L>
<L>Langui&s;hing faint, on the Gold Ground he lies,</L>
<L>Until the Sun-&s;hine of Parthenia's Eyes</L>
<L>Di&s;&s;olv'd the Cloud that did benight his bli&s;s,</L>
<L>And turn'd his Torments into Paradi&s;e.</L>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>When bu&s;ie Fame.</HI></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>When bu&s;ie Fame o're all the Plain,</L>
<L><HI>Parthenia's</HI> Prai&s;es rung,</L>
<L>And on the Oaten Pipe each Swain;</L>
<L>her matchle&s;s Beauties Sung:</L>
<L>The envious Nymphs were forc'd to yeild,</L>
<L>&s;he had the &s;weete&s;t face,</L>
<L>No Emulor'd Di&s;putes were held,</L>
<L>but for the Second place,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Young <HI>Coridon</HI> who&s;e &s;tubborn heart,</L>
<L>no Beauties e're could move,</L>
<L>But &s;mil'd at <HI>Cupids</HI> Bow and Dart,</L>
<L>and brave the God of Love:</L>
<L>He'd view this Nymph, and pleas'd at fir&s;t,</L>
<L>&s;uch &s;ilent Charms to &s;ee,</L>
<L>With wonder gaz'd, then &s;igh'd and Cur&s;t,</L>
<L>his Curio&s;ity.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>CRying alas, I am undone,</L>
<L>&s;o Powerful are her eyes,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e killing Charms prevail'd above,</L>
<L>and all my thoughts &s;urprize:</L>
<L>In coole&s;t &s;hades fierce feavors burn,</L>
<L>martyr'd by Love I fry,</L>
<L>And now except <HI>Parthenia</HI> Turn,</L>
<L>and &s;mile on me I dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Hood be here for ever laid,</L>
<L>and on this Ferdant Plain.</L>
<L>Beneath this &s;preading Mirtle Shade,</L>
<L>till death I mu&s;t remain:</L>
<L>My Snowy Flocks may freely &s;tray,</L>
<L>whil&s;t here I gazing lye,</L>
<L>And dare not move from hence away,</L>
<L>for if I do I dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Parthenia</HI> cruel Nymph no more,</L>
<L>turn hence that Angel face,</L>
<L>VVhich <HI>Coridon</HI> mu&s;t &s;till adore,</L>
<L>as cheif of Mortal Race:</L>
<L>Oh! from the Groves &s;ad Eccho's &s;ound,</L>
<L>and &s;ay in vain I try,</L>
<L>Nay, &s;till augment the Fatal wound,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t Loves Martyr dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>VVhat doleful tunes 'mong&s;t plea&s;ant Reeds</L>
<L>my Bleeting Flocks complain,</L>
<L>VVhil&s;t wolves invade them as they feed,</L>
<L>all &s;cater'd through the Plain:</L>
<L>Here Chain'd by Love by cruel Love,</L>
<L>on earth I mourning lye,</L>
<L>And though my Couch &s;weet Violets prove,</L>
<L>yet Langui&s;hing I dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>VVhil&s;t in &s;ad &s;trains the Winged Quire,</L>
<L>my doleful Requies Sing</L>
<L>And Chaunt how I for Love expire,</L>
<L>unto the blooming Spring:</L>
<L>Let purling &s;treams likewi&s;e declare,</L>
<L>as they run murmering by,</L>
<L>How for <HI>Parthenia</HI> I di&s;pair,</L>
<L>and thus di&s;pairing dye.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parthenia.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Ah hark, what &s;ad Laments are the&s;e,</L>
<L>what mournful &s;ounds are here:</L>
<L>What dying Sounds my fancy &s;ees,</L>
<L>what &s;ighs invade my Ear?</L>
<L>'Tis this Mirtle Grove i'le &s;eek,</L>
<L>tis &s;ure &s;ome Lover nigh,</L>
<L>I'le find, and to him Comfort &s;peak,</L>
<L>before for Love he dye.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Oh it is <HI>Coridon</HI> kind Swain,</L>
<L>from whence proceeds your grief?</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Coridon.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L> By you I wounded here remain,</L>
<L>'tis you can yield relief:</L>
<L>Conquer'd by your prevailing Charms,</L>
<L>and by your &s;tarry eyes,</L>
<L>For you unle&s;s you rai&s;e my Arms,</L>
<L>a faithful Shepherd dies.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parthenia.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Alas poor Swain, for me I &s;wear,</L>
<L>by Cupid all above,</L>
<L>You &s;hall not langui&s;h nor di&s;pair,</L>
<L>but fir&s;t enjoy my Love:</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Coridon.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L><HI> Parthenia</HI> kind 'tis &s;ure I dream,</L>
<L>O Angel form draw nigh,</L>
<L>Speak &s;peak again that &s;aving Theam,</L>
<L>that will not let me dye,</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parthenia.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Ri&s;e Shepherd, ri&s;e, and freely take,</L>
<L>&s;ince thou do&s;t con&s;tant prove,</L>
<L>Tho&s;e cha&s;t delights, which for thy &s;ake</L>
<L>I have de&s;ign'd in Love:</L>
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<SPEAKER>Coridon.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Oh i'm &s;o Ravi&s;ht with this voice</L>
<L>that dangers I defie,</L>
<L>And in <HI>Parthenia's</HI> Love rejoyce,</L>
<L>which will not let me dye.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Parthenia</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Come, come my, <HI>Coridon,</HI> let's ha&s;te,</L>
<L>unto yon plea&s;ing Bower;</L>
<L>For Lovers &s;hould no moments wa&s;te,</L>
<L>whil&s;t joyes in plenty &s;howre:</L>
<L>But folded in each others Arms,</L>
<L>loves utmo&s;t Forces try;</L>
<L>whil&s;t warbling noats augments our charms</L>
<L>and we in plea&s;ure dye.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby&punc;</HI> at the Golden-Ball. in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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