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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080843.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>The Love-&s;ick SERVING-MAN: SHEWING How he was Wounded with the Charms of a young Lady, and did not dare to reveal his Mind.</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To The Tune of</HI> I&s;e often for my <HI>Jenny</HI> &s;trove.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>E'Er &s;ince I &s;aw <HI>Clorinda's</HI> Eyes,</L>
<L>My Heart has felt a &s;trange &s;urprize,</L>
<L>No Pen is able to reveal</L>
<L>The killing Torment which I feel;</L>
<L>Yet I dare not let her know it,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e &s;he's Rich and I am Poor;</L>
<L><HI>No Charms above her, oh! I love her,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and will do for evermore.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! that I might but let her know</L>
<L>My Sighs, my Tears, my Care and VVoe,</L>
<L>And how I'm tortured for her &s;ake,</L>
<L>She might &s;ome kind of pity take:</L>
<L>But I fear I &s;hould offend her</L>
<L>VVhom I dearly do adore;</L>
<L><HI>No Charms above her, oh! I love her,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And will do for evermore.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Both Sen&s;e and Rea&s;on tells me plain,</L>
<L>That I be&s;towed my heart in vain,</L>
<L>Where no acceptance will be found,</L>
<L>No Bal&s;om for this bleeding VVound:</L>
<L>She's a fair and youthfull Lady,</L>
<L>I a Servant mean and poor;</L>
<L><HI>No Charms above her, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>I value not her Gold, her Pearl,</L>
<L>For was I either Lord or Earl,</L>
<L>My very Heart would be the &s;ame,</L>
<L>I rai&s;e her everla&s;ting Fame;</L>
<L>Yet in vain are all my VVi&s;hes,</L>
<L>They will not my Ioys re&s;tore:</L>
<L><HI>No Charms above her, &amp;c.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Young <HI>Cupid</HI> bend thy Golden Bow,</L>
<L>And let thy &s;ilver Arrows flye,</L>
<L>That my fair charming Saint may know,</L>
<L>The pains of Love as well as I;</L>
<L>Tell her too, That I lye wounded,</L>
<L>She may then my Ioys re&s;tore,</L>
<L><HI>No Charms above her, &amp;c.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho' now mine Eyes like Rivers run,</L>
<L>As here in Sorrows I condole;</L>
<L>Her Beauty like the Ri&s;ing Sun,</L>
<L>Can &s;oon revive my drooping Soul:</L>
<L>But if I may ne'er enjoy her,</L>
<L>Let me with a Dart be &s;lain,</L>
<L>'Tis better kill me, then to fill me</L>
<L>With this Love tormenting pain.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>The Young Lady's An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>Now in a Vi&s;ion, or a Dream,</L>
<L>Her Father's Serving-man did &s;eem</L>
<L>Before her Pre&s;ence there to &s;tand,</L>
<L>While <HI>Cupid</HI> held him by the Hand,</L>
<L>Saying, Lady you mu&s;t love him,</L>
<L>Therefore now &s;ome pity &s;how;</L>
<L>Then don't deny him, nor defie him,</L>
<L><HI>For it mu&s;t and &s;hall be &s;o.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>A Thou&s;and thoughts ran in her head,</L>
<L>As many <HI>Cupids</HI> round her Bed,</L>
<L>Which did like armed Angels &s;tand,</L>
<L>With Golden Bows and Shafts in hand,</L>
<L>E'ery one was pleading for him,</L>
<L>And their Silver Shafts did &s;how,</L>
<L>Saying, Receive him, do not grieve him,</L>
<L><HI>For it mu&s;t and &s;hall be &s;o.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The youthfull Lady did reply,</L>
<L>What mu&s;t I love, or mu&s;t I dye?</L>
<L>Tell me, is there no other way</L>
<L>But this, to ca&s;t my &s;elf away,</L>
<L>On my Father's meane&s;t Servant?</L>
<L>Well, I find it mu&s;t be &s;o,</L>
<L>I well approve him, needs mu&s;t love him,</L>
<L><HI>Though it proves my Overthrow.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I know my Father he will Frown,</L>
<L>And Ladies too of high Renown,</L>
<L>But yet I needs mu&s;t love him &s;till,</L>
<L>Let all the World &s;ay what they will:</L>
<L>My &s;oft Heart is now enflamed,</L>
<L>Love in e'ery Vein doth flow,</L>
<L>I'll freely take him, ne'er for&s;ake him,</L>
<L><HI>For it mu&s;t and &s;hall be &s;o.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>What tho' my noble Father dear</L>
<L>Di&s;owns his Daughter utterly,</L>
<L>I have Five Thou&s;and Pounds a year,</L>
<L>Of which no one can hinder me;</L>
<L>'Tis &s;ufficient to Maintain us,</L>
<L>Should my Father prove our Foe,</L>
<L>My Love I ll Marry, long not tarry,</L>
<L><HI>For it mu&s;t and &s;hall be &s;o.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What tho' a Serving-man he be,</L>
<L>Who&s;e Sub&s;tance is but mean and &s;mall;</L>
<L>His proper Per&s;on plea&s;es me,</L>
<L>True Love will make amends for all.</L>
<L>'Tis beyond all Gold or Trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Him alone my Heart doth crave,</L>
<L>I will not tarry, but will Marry,</L>
<L>And make him Lord of all I have.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Black.</HI></P>
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