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<HEAD>THE London Lads Lamentation TO CUPID: OR; When &s;hall I my True-Love have?</HEAD>
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<L>All young-men mu&s;t to Cupids power &s;ubmit,</L>
<L>Courage and Wi&s;dom, Vertue too, &amp; Wit:</L>
<L>None can his mighty power &amp; charms with&s;tand</L>
<L>He, like young Beauty, always will Command:</L>
<L>And here young maidens ea&s;ily may find,</L>
<L>How apt young-men are to be true &amp; kind</L>
<L>Such con&s;tancy in them could &s;carce be found</L>
<L>Should men go &s;earch the Univer&s;e all round.</L>
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<OPENER>To an Excellent New Tune, Sung at the COURT.</OPENER>
<P>This may be Printed, <HI>R. P.</HI></P>
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<LG>
<L><HI>CLoes</HI> Face is Heav'n to me,</L>
<L>Like the Morning-Light we &s;ee;</L>
<L>And the Beauty of her Eye,</L>
<L>Bright and lovely, like the Sky:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Will young Love a Tyrant be?</L>
<L>Make me doat on Cruelty:</L>
<L>Why doth &s;ullen Fate confine</L>
<L>Me to one that is not mine?</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
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<L>Had I Lov'd as others do,</L>
<L>Onely for an hour or two,</L>
<L>Then there had a Rea&s;on bin,</L>
<L>I &s;hould &s;uffer for my Sin:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Love (thou know'&s;t) with what a flame,</L>
<L>I adore young <HI>Cloes</HI> Name:</L>
<L>Let me then thy pitty find,</L>
<L>Shoot a Dart and change her mind:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>All her Beauties do entice,</L>
<L>Though the Nymph be cold as Ice,</L>
<L>Ro&s;ie-Lips and Lilly-Skin,</L>
<L>All we gaze on, Charm and win:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>On her gentle Downy Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Let a &s;ighing Lover re&s;t,</L>
<L>Twin'd within tho&s;e tender Arms,</L>
<L>Fetter'd by tho&s;e plea&s;ing Charms:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Let my Love with joys be Crown'd</L>
<L>You that with a Glance can Wound,</L>
<L>With a Melting Ki&s;s re&s;tore,</L>
<L>Your young Love that &s;igh'd before:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus you'l &s;how your power and skill,</L>
<L>Able both to Save and Kill,</L>
<L>But to Kill has always bin</L>
<L>Held a mo&s;t Notorious Sin:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In &s;weet Groves we'l always dwell,</L>
<L>With more joys than tongue can tell</L>
<L>There the Wanton then we'l play,</L>
<L>Steal each others heart away:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You I love (by <HI>Jove</HI>) I do,</L>
<L>More then all things here below,</L>
<L>With a Pa&s;&s;ion full as great,</L>
<L>As e're Creature fancied yet:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Bid the Mi&s;er leave his <HI>Ore,</HI></L>
<L>Bid the Wretched &s;igh no more:</L>
<L>Bid the Old be Young again,</L>
<L>Bid young Maids ne'r think of Men:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Love's not a thing of Chance, but Fat<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>That makes me Love, that makes yo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> hat<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>Then if you be fal&s;e or true,</L>
<L>Love I mu&s;t, and none but you:</L>
<L><HI><HI>Cloe,</HI> &s;ince my Heav'n thou art,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ea&s;e and cure my wounded heart.</HI></L>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>I. Back,</HI> at the <HI>Black-Boy</HI> On <HI>London-Bridge.</HI></HI></P>
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