The Lunatic Lover: OR, The Young Man's Call to Grim King of the Ghosts for Cure.  
To an Excellent New Tune.  
Licenced according to Order.  
 
 
 

GRim King of the Ghosts make haste,  
and bring hither all your Train;  
See how the pale Moon does waste!  
and just now is in the Wain:  
Come you Night-Hags with all your Charms,  
and Revelling Witches away,  
And hug me close in your Arms,  
to you my Respects I'll pay.   

I'll Court you and think you fair,  
since Love does distract my Brain;  
I'll go and I'll wed the Nightmare,  
and kiss her and kiss her again.  
But if she proves peevish and proud,  
than a pise of her Love let her go,  
I'll seek me a winding Shroud,  
and down to the Shades below.   

A Lunacy I endure,  
since Reason departs away,  
I call to those Hags for cure,  
as knowing not what I say:  
The Beauty whom I do adore,  
now flights me with scorn and disdain;  
I never shall see her more,  
oh! how shall I bear my pain?   

I ramble and range about  
to find out my charming Saint,  
While she at my Grief does flout,  
and smiles at my loud Complaint:  
Distraction I see is my Doom,  
of this I am too too sure;  
A Rival is got in my room,  
while Torments I do endure.   

Strange Fancies doth fist my Head,  
while wandering in Despair,  
I am to the Deserts lead,  
expecting to find her there:  
Methinks in a spangled Cloud  
I see her enthroned on high,  
Then to her I cried aloud,  
and laboured to reach the Sky.   

When thus I have raved a while,  
and wearied myself in vain,  
I lie on the barren Soil,  
and bitterly do complain;  
Till Slumber hath quieted me,  
in sorrow I sigh and weep,  
The Clouds is my Canopy,  
to cover me while I sleep.   

I dream that my Charming Fair,  
is then in my Rival's Bed,  
Whose Tresses of golden Hair,  
is no the fair Pillows spread,  
Then this doth my Passion inflame,  
I start and no longer can lie:  
An! Silvia, art thou not to blame  
in Ruin a Lover? I cry.   

Grim King of the Ghosts be true,  
and hurry me hence away;  
My languishing Life to you,  
as Tribute I freely pay:  
To the Elysium Shades I post,  
in hopes to be free from Care,  
Where many a bleeding Ghost  
is hover in the Air.