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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080826.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD><HI>Amintor's</HI> lam<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">tation <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 span"></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Setting forth the pa&s;sion of a Young man, who falling in love with a coy Lady that had no kindne&s;s for him, per&s;ued his inclinations &s;o far, that &s;he was forced to fly beyond Sea, to avoid the importunity of his Ad|dre&s;s, whereupon he thus complains.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>Both Sexes from this Song may learn,</HI></L>
<L><HI>of what they &s;hould beware:</HI></L>
<L><HI>How in extreams they may di&s;cern,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&V;nkindne&s;s and di&s;pair.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To a delicate New Tune: Or, <HI>Since</HI> Celias <HI>my foe.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>SInce <HI>Celia</HI>'s my Foe,</L>
<L>To a De&s;art Ile go,</L>
<L>Where &s;ome River</L>
<L>for ever</L>
<L>&s;hall eccho my Wo!</L>
<L>The Trees will appear</L>
<L>More relenting than her,</L>
<L>In the morning,</L>
<L>adorning,</L>
<L>each Leaf with a tear.</L>
<L>When I make my &s;ad moan,</L>
<L>To the Rocks all alone,</L>
<L>From each hollow</L>
<L>Will follow</L>
<L>&s;ome pittiful groan:</L>
<L>But with &s;ilent di&s;dain,</L>
<L>She requites all my pain:</L>
<L>To my mourning,</L>
<L>returning,</L>
<L>no an&s;wer again.</L>
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<LG>
<L>O why was I born,</L>
<L>To a Fate &s;o forlorn,</L>
<L>To inherit,</L>
<L>Not merit</L>
<L>her anger, or &s;corn:</L>
<L>My affection is &s;uch,</L>
<L>As no blemi&s;h can touch,</L>
<L>Yet i'm flighted,</L>
<L>and &s;pighted</L>
<L>for loving too much.</L>
<L>Perhaps cou'd I prove,</L>
<L>More unju&s;t to my love,</L>
<L>I might find her,</L>
<L>yet kinder,</L>
<L>and pitty might move,</L>
<L>But i'le chu&s;e to obey,</L>
<L>Tho' I dye by the way;</L>
<L>Yet 'tis better,</L>
<L>Than get her,</L>
<L>by going a&s;tray.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then why &s;hou'd you fly,</L>
<L>My fair <HI>Celia?</HI> O why?</L>
<L>When to plea&s;e ye</L>
<L>'tis ca&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>for <HI>Amintas</HI> to dye.</L>
<L>If your Lover you'd &s;hun,</L>
<L>You no danger &s;hall run,</L>
<L>Him you bani&s;h</L>
<L>will vani&s;h,</L>
<L>And from you he gone.</L>
<L>Stay <HI>Celia</HI> unkind,</L>
<L>Will you leave me behind,</L>
<L>Let me enter,</L>
<L>and venture</L>
<L>my &s;elf with the Wind.</L>
<L>Ah! from me will you part,</L>
<L>Who &s;o love your de&s;ert,</L>
<L>Either tarry,</L>
<L>Or carry</L>
<L>your &s;lave with his heart.</L>
<L>Were you but &s;ecure,</L>
<L>I'de your ab&s;ence endure,</L>
<L>Were all danger</L>
<L>a &s;tranger</L>
<L>to Virgins &s;o pure:</L>
<L>But &s;ome in&s;olent wave,</L>
<L>May your merit out brave,</L>
<L>Both regardle&s;s,</L>
<L>and carele&s;s</L>
<L>What vertues you have.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet Storms &s;hall not dare,</L>
<L>To a&s;&s;ault one &s;o fair,</L>
<L>To attend you</L>
<L>i'le &s;end you,</L>
<L>&s;ighs &s;ofter than air:</L>
<L>The Nymphs of the Deep,</L>
<L>My dear <HI>Celia</HI> &s;hall keep,</L>
<L>On a Pillow,</L>
<L>each Billow</L>
<L>Shall lull you a&s;leep.</L>
<L>The Seas they &s;hall dance,</L>
<L>And the Winds &s;hall advance,</L>
<L>With your Gally</L>
<L>To dally,</L>
<L>and guide you to <HI>France;</HI></L>
<L>While I from the Shore,</L>
<L>My fair Idol adore;</L>
<L>Till that <HI>Neptune</HI></L>
<L>your Captain,</L>
<L>Hath wafted you o're.</L>
<L>Then <HI>Celia</HI> adieu,</L>
<L>When I cea&s;e to pur&s;ue,</L>
<L>You'l di&s;cover</L>
<L>No Lover</L>
<L>was ever &s;o true,</L>
<L>Your &s;ad Shepherd flies</L>
<L>From tho&s;e dear cruel eyes,</L>
<L>Which not &s;eeing</L>
<L>his being,</L>
<L>Decays and he dies.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Yet 'tis better to run</L>
<L>To the fates we can't &s;hun,</L>
<L>Then for ever</L>
<L>T'endeavor</L>
<L>what cannot be won:</L>
<L>What ye Gods have I done</L>
<L>That <HI>Amintor</HI> alone,</L>
<L>Is thus treated,</L>
<L>and hated</L>
<L>for loving but one?</L>
<L>And thus I complain,</L>
<L>Tho 'tis all but in vain,</L>
<L>Yet the trouble</L>
<L>is double,</L>
<L>to &s;tifle my pain:</L>
<L>The Sea or the Shore,</L>
<L>I as well might implore,</L>
<L>They'r as moving,</L>
<L>and loving</L>
<L>as her I adore.</L>
<L>Then &s;ince 'tis the fate</L>
<L>Of my wretched e&s;tate,</L>
<L>Without pitty,</L>
<L>'Tis fit I</L>
<L>&s;ubmit to her hate.</L>
<L>For as Winter comes on</L>
<L>When <HI>Apollo</HI> is gone,</L>
<L>So declining,</L>
<L>and pining,</L>
<L>She leaves me alone.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> near the <HI>Ho&s;pital-gate</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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