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New poems, songs, prologues, and epilogues never before printed / written by Thomas Duffett ; and set by the most eminent musicians about the town.
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Duffett, Thomas.
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troubl'd Bliss For all my suffrings you restore And wretched I must die for this And never never meet you more Never how dismally it sounds If I must feel eternal pain Close up a while my bleeding wounds And let me have my three daies reign On a Rose taken from Francelia's Breast I. POor hapless Emblem of Amyntors Heart Thy blooming Beauty 's overcast Deep shades of grief seem to o'respread each part Yet still thy fragrant sweets do last II. Thou wer 't not when my dearest Nymph is kind In all thy Pride so Blest as I She gone my wounded heart thy fate does find So does it droop and so will die III. What joyful blushes did thy leaves adorn How gay how proudly didst thou swell When in Francelia's charming Bosom worn That Paradise where Gods would dwell VI. O had my heart thy happy place possest It never had from thence been torn But like a Phoenix in her spicy nest It still should live and ever burn V. No wonder thy perfume so near thy death Still lasts though thy Vermilion's gone Thy sweets were borrow'd from her sweeter breath Thy fading colour was thy own VI. See how my burning sighs thy leaves have dry'd Where I have suck'd thy stol'n sweets So does the am'rous youth caress his Bride And print hot kisses on her lips VII Hadst thou ungather'd fall'n among the rest Lost and forgotten thou hadst been Thou hadst not flourish'd in Francelia's brest Nor been the Subject of my Pen. VIII Amber dissolv'd and beaten Spices smell That Gold is valu'd most that 's prov'd Coy beauty 's lost but lasting fame will tell Their praise that love and are belov'd Song set by Mr. Marsh senior THe spring with fresh beauties hath drest up each field And the gardens with sweets and soft musick are fill'd The Birds pretty notes to new pleasures invite And Nature herself appears young with delight Sad Strephon sees this but can be no partaker His Nymph is unkind and he cannot forsake her Amidst all these glories I walk like a shade And adore the bright Nymph by whose Eyes I 'm betray'd Each moment her shape to my fancy appears I sigh and I court her to stay with my tears But when my imbraces their pris'ner would make her Francelia flies off and I cannot o'retake her Asleep I am happy for then she seems kind But some God that does Envy the Blessings I find The imbraces the smiles O the joys in extream 'T is Heav'n to have her though but in a dream Disturbs my short sleep that from me he might take her And then she 's unkind yet I cannot forsake her Great Love whose high power we strive with in vain Let her share in my sighs or give me her disdain Shew her all the delights of a mutual flame The greatness and truth of my Passion proclaim One Arrow of thine to Loves joys would awake her And when my Nymph's kind I will never forsake her To Francelia LOve without hope of Pity who can bear Consuming fire-brands in his Bosom wear Always endure Diseases of the mind Still forc'd to seek what he must never find Pardon me Madam for I must complain Sure you may hear though not relieve my pain Those that a glorious Martyrdom pursue When certain and eternal joy's in view On their Tormentors cruelty complain And sigh aloud in the beloved flame The short liv'd fires that round their bodies roul Soon end their griefs but leave their Spirits whole Love ever burns the never dying Soul Condemn'd to death without hopes of reprieve What they no more can keep with ease they give I bleed and die for you ev'n while I live If Love 's requited with such rigid fate What tortures can you find to punish Hate Ah Francelia If in your heart I ne'r must gain a room At least be cunning in the cruel doom Your eyes from your too charming eyes I took My first deep wound was conquer'd with a look O let me read that fair condemning book 'Till I have gaz'd away my panting breath I 'd give the world to dy so sweet a death Alas In vain I sigh in vain I rave Like drowning men in vain my hands I wave And cry to one that can but will not save As thirsty Trav'lers in a sandy plain Call to the scorching Sun for help in vain Which drinks all moisture up but sends no rain When friends or bus'ness for my presence stay Love and Francelia call another way My feet move on my thoughts are fix'd on her Dreaming of kindness I shall never hear I know not how for what or where I run Till at the window I behold my Sun In vain the envious Casement's shut alas The daz'ling Jewel sparkles through the Case Like beautious Pictures through a Crystal glass Swifter then Lightning it consumes my heart Leaving no marks on the exterior part At last at last be kind O do but prove The charming sweets of a successful Love Why should dull custom or cold fear prevent Pleasures so sweet and Joys so innocent What e'r the World pretends to you or me Francelia and Amyntor still are free Must I not see you Why will you create Laws more severe than Virtue Man or Fate If at your feet I wait your lov'd command And breath my Soul in kisses on your hand While thousand Beauties in your eyes do shine And raise as many smiling joys in mine To heat your speech while pleasure stops my own Then sigh and wish that you were mine alone Where is the Crime Virtue all this has taught But if you hate me O that dismal thought It Stabs my pen falls from my trembling hand My heart beats faintly all my Spirits stand If still your Servant you with hate pursue Let me receive my doom from none but you And like a Christian Lover my last breath Shall praise and pardon her that caus'd my death Song set by Mr. Staggins To the Tune of Augusta FRancelia's heart is still the same Cold and hard as Winters morning Round her Love is ever burning Yet no Sighs or Frowns can ever Warm her Ice or cool my Feaver So much I think and talk of her That ev'ry Grove and Stream can name her All the Nymphs and Ecchos blame her If she keeps her cruel fashion Only death can ease my Passion All the Arts that Lovers have All the Vows and all the anguish All the looks with which I languish Move not her to any feeling Beauty takes delight in killing A Rant against the God of Love I. THou damn'd perpetual peevish folly Curse of a quiet life Father and Child of lazy Melancholy Author of publick care and secret strife Expensive ruine everlasting cheat Belov'd consumption of the great Plague of the poor Son of a salted frothy Whore Whose Emblematick birth Foretold her mischiefs to the misbelieving Earth II. So rotten and so base The Embryo was The Gods in Heav'n and Earth could find no place Impure enough for such vile