Love's tyrannic conquest.  

Love and Beauty have such power  
Sometimes joys they do devour  
And those that of their power are tasting  
Sighing daily still are wasting.   
Tune of, Blush no redder than the morning.  
 
 

CUPID, leave thy Tyrannising; Thou art still new pains devising, Pains too great to be Endured,  
Past all hopes for to be Cured. Pains too great to be endured, Past all hopes for to be cured   

Take some pity of my anguish  
Mind but how I sigh and languish,  
'Tis your frowns my ruin tell me  
And what fate by Love befell me,  
'Tis your frowns my ruin tell me,  
And what fate by love befell me.   

'Twas the charms of conquering beauty  
That compelled me to this duty,  
Which so strangely doth enslave me  
That of sense it doth bereave me,  
Which so strangely doth enslave me  
That of sense it doth bereave mea.   
 
 

'Tis a most exceeding pity  
You should be so fair and pretty  
Yet so cruel to undo me  
And not send one smile unto me  
Yet so cruel to undo me,  
And not send one smile unto me.   

Here I perish with desire  
●urning in an endless fire  
Sighing like one discontented  
Unregarded, Unlamented.  
Sighing like one discontented,  
Unregarded, unlamented.   

Could I tell thee how I love thee  
And respect thee none above thee  
Thou wouldst count my tongue too lavish  
So with charms my heart to ravish,  
Thou wouldst count my tongue too lavish  
So with charms thy heart to ravish.   

Never was a soul so wounded  
Or a reason so confounded  
As to cover its own ruin  
Hugging what is its undoing  
As to covet its own ruin,  
Hugging what is its undoing.   

But alas it sore doth grieve me  
That mine eyes should so deceive me  
Thus to bring me to a Fetter  
Love's a Chain, and 'tis no better  
Thus to bring me to a Fetter,  
Love's a chain, and 'tis no better.   

You that are with joys surrounded  
Pity me with love so wounded  
That I know not how to ease me  
Nothing else but death can please me.  
That I know not how to ease me,  
Nothing else but death can please me.   

When the Nymph heard him complaining  
Of his passion strongly reigning  
She was moved with grief to hear him  
And resolved to get near him,  
She was moved with grief to hear him  
And resolved to get near him.   

With a sigh and mournful wishes  
She bestowed on him some kisses  
mourn no more quoth she, for ever  
Thee to please I will endeavour  
Mourn no more quoth she for ever  
Thee to please I will endeavour.   

She of whom thou stoodst in fear on  
Now will prove thy only dear one  
In my arms I will embrace thee  
In my bosom I will place thee  
in my arms I will embrace thee  
in my bosom etc.   

It wounds my soul that I should grieve thee  
Now I vow I ne'er will leave thee  
Then my dearest do not doubt me  
For I cannot live without thee  
than my dearest do not doubt me  
for I cannot live without thee.    

Printed for C. Hussey at the Flower-de-luce in Little Britain.