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<HEAD>Loves Tyranny: OR, Death more welcome then Di&s;dain.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI><HI>Being the Tragedy of</HI> Leander <HI>for the Love of</HI> Roxane.</HI></HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Lovers beware, for in Loves Smiles the fates,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To Ruine two Adventurous Mortals waits;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Women like</HI> Syrens, <HI>fir&s;t with Charms allure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Untill they Wound, then leave us without Cure:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Such fate <HI>Leander</HI> founds, and for di&s;dain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Took Death's kind portion, which expell'd his pain:</HI></L>
</LG>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Let the Critticks Adore,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>AH! how drou&s;ie's the Skies,</L>
<L>Now black Night does ari&s;e</L>
<L>From the Ocean;</L>
<L>And all the bright Fires,</L>
<L>Seem void of de&s;ires,</L>
<L>And of motion:</L>
<L>While my flames I do di&s;cover,</L>
<L>love charges my Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>Oh the Nymph there does hover,</L>
<L>that's my portion of Re&s;t:</L>
<L>They'r creating a De&s;ire,</L>
<L>and &s;uch hopes of a Bli&s;s,</L>
<L>As my thoughts do in&s;pire,</L>
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<LG>
<L>She does leave me confin'd,</L>
<L>And as &s;wift as the Wind,</L>
<L>&s;he does flie me;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t here all alone,</L>
<L>I do breath my &s;ad moan,</L>
<L>&s;he does try me:</L>
<L>Melted in feavors of Pa&s;&s;ion,</L>
<L>like a <HI>Phoenix</HI> I'm fry'd,</L>
<L>So beyond alteration,</L>
<L>my fierce Torments abide:</L>
<L>And I &s;traight am made Fuel,</L>
<L>to the Beams of her eyes,</L>
<L>Till each moment &s;he grows cruel,</L>
<L>and my Flame does de&s;pi&s;e</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>The &s;econd Part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>WHile the beautious fair,</L>
<L>Does wound with di&s;pair,</L>
<L>I mu&s;t peri&s;h,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;s her bright face,</L>
<L>Will yield my Love place,</L>
<L>for to Cheri&s;h:</L>
<L>Oh! her Angel-bright beauty,</L>
<L>does &s;o Charm with Delight,</L>
<L>That I think it my Duty,</L>
<L>through the &s;haddows of night:</L>
<L>For to follow her flying,</L>
<L>I, and &s;adly complain,</L>
<L>And implore her, &s;till &s;ighing,</L>
<L>for to ea&s;e my great pain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And when Purple morning,</L>
<L>The Skies is adorning,</L>
<L>each Meander,</L>
<L>Of the wide Grove,</L>
<L>I importune for Love,</L>
<L>and do wander:</L>
<L>While as Eccho replies,</L>
<L>with a doleful har&s;h &s;ound,</L>
<L>Thy <HI>Roxane</HI> &s;he now flies,</L>
<L>which like death's &s;hafts wound:</L>
<L>So that &s;till &s;he's Creating</L>
<L>a Compo&s;&s;er of Fate,</L>
<L>Which &s;urpa&s;&s;es the relating</L>
<L>the wonders &s;o great.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh I fear &s;ome one &s;ips,</L>
<L>From her fair Corral Lips,</L>
<L>the &s;weet Necture,</L>
<L>While I &s;igh here in vain,</L>
<L>And to Woods do complain,</L>
<L>I neglect her:</L>
<L>Once more i'le ari&s;e,</L>
<L>from my mournful cold Bed,</L>
<L>Though with Charms that &s;urprize,</L>
<L>&s;he does &s;trike me for dead:</L>
<L>I'le pre&s;s on to tho&s;e plea&s;ures,</L>
<L>though I peri&s;h in Love,</L>
<L>Oh! tho&s;e &s;acred Trea&s;ures,</L>
<L>do &s;o powerful prove.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'le no longer di&s;pair,</L>
<L>Thus tormented with care,</L>
<L>and &s;ad Fancies,</L>
<L>But cla&s;p'd in her Arms,</L>
<L>There i'le peri&s;h with Charms,</L>
<L>and with Glances:</L>
<L>Oh 'tis better to be Dying,</L>
<L>then continually grieve,</L>
<L>Or at lea&s;t for to be trying,</L>
<L>&s;he perhaps may relieve</L>
<L>This &s;o woful di&s;a&s;ter,</L>
<L>that Love hath now wrought,</L>
<L>Or to drive an fate fa&s;ter,</L>
<L>while to moan I am taught.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or before 'tis too late,</L>
<L>I'le revive my &s;ad &s;tate,</L>
<L>e're I &s;lumber,</L>
<L>And in Death's cold &s;hade,</L>
<L>For Ages am laid,</L>
<L>without number:</L>
<L>But O what now appears,</L>
<L>from yon Cypre&s;s Grove,</L>
<L>How revived are my fears,</L>
<L>'tis the Queen of my Love:</L>
<L>Ah! where fleets thou my joy,</L>
<L>what a vi&s;ion was this,</L>
<L>So &s;oon gone, to de&s;troy</L>
<L>my &s;hort fancy of Bli&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! make room in the &s;hades,</L>
<L>Lovers Gho&s;ts for life fades,</L>
<L>and is flying;</L>
<L>Oh! i'le not always hear,</L>
<L>This Eternal di&s;pair,</L>
<L>to be dying:</L>
<L>Then he drew his keen &s;word,</L>
<L>and cry'd thus with a wound,</L>
<L>I'le a Cure now afford,</L>
<L>that <HI>Appollone</HI>'r found:</L>
<L>Oh! then into that Brea&s;t,</L>
<L>which Death could ne'r fright,</L>
<L>The fatal &s;teel pre&s;t,</L>
<L>and his &s;oul took flight.</L>
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