18. May 1682.  
The Despairing Lover A New Song.  

How long d'ye Mean to Torture me in Love's hot Score king Flames Cloris what time Shall I get.  
free from Love's fantastic Dreams, never, that Sad Infernal Sound does daily Reach,  
mine ear: and ever racks that t. bleeding wound which for your Sake which for your Sake I bear:  
That I do Love Cloris you know  
My grief to you I tell  
My over fondness of you Shows  
That I have loved too well   

And in requital of My Love  
You blast me with a breath  
The wounds you gave will fatal prove  
Each frown pronounce  
Each frown pronouncing Death—  
It grieves my heart to See you choose  
My Rival in my room  
And unconcerned tell him the News  
On Me you've passed your Doom   

My Injured Ghost when ere I Die  
Shall never let you rest  
But hover in the Air shall fly  
and Steal  
And Steal into your breast—  
Thus I Torment myself and doubt  
that you unconstant are  
You know true Love is ne'er without  
Great jealousies and fears   

Than pardon the distracted though 'tis  
Of one you know is true  
One Love has in Subjection brought  
and made a Slave  
And made a Slave to you—  
If you have any pity left  
than Show it now and Save  
Him who Despairs of finding rest  
and done't you Dig my Grave   

For if I die through your Neglect  
pray write this on My Tomb  
My Judge being Fair I did expect  
a favoura  
A favourable Doom—  
And since you did my woes procure  
I'll try if Torments can  
Increase my flame or help to cure   

a love distracted Man  
I'll find some sure yet speedy way  
to end my misery  
Too long my ruin I delay  
and yet Seem Loath  
And yet seem loath to Die—  
I'll place myself on Caucasus  
and there I'll lend such Groans  
Shall Scare the Damned Prometheus   

with my Sad frightful Tones  
I'll make the Vultures quit their prey  
and feed upon my breast  
For through this means perhaps I may  
find hopes of have  
Find hopes of having rest—   
Finis