Phillis forsaken, In Pursuit of CORIDON.  
Behold fair Phillis by her Love forsaken  
In search of him that will not be o'er taken,  
Whilst she (poor soul) her cheeks with tears bedewing,  
Rome's over hills and dales in vain pursuing.  
'Twould melt a marble heart, her sad complaining  
Whilst he seems deaf, her Love and she disdaining.  
To the Tune of, Daphnaes' Complaint, or O my Love, etc.  
 
 

AS I went abroad to play  
In a morning fresh and gay,  
Hearing the sweet Nightingale  
Tell her sad and doleful tale.  

Straight I heard a voice to cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
pity me or else I die.    

At the first I was amazed  
And with greedy eyes I gazed,  
Till at length I saw where stood  
Phillis in a pensive mood,  

Mournfully she thus did cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die,    

Turn O turn sweet Coridon  
Do not thus thy Phillis wrong,  
Harken to my woeful plaint,  
Now with sorrow I am faint,  

Whilst I strain my voice to cry.  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die.    

Tell me dearest tell me plain  
Why thou dost my Love disdain,  
Wherein have I done a miss  
That I am debarred of bliss.  

Listen to my woeful cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly  
Pity me or else I die,    
 

O Hard hearten Shepherd turn  
Let not Phillis longer mourn,  
See her tender body's torn  
With the bramble and the thorn,  

Harken to my mournful Song,  
O my Love, O my Love.  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die.    

Why art thou more cruel far  
Than the Tiger and the Bear,  
Do not bear so fierce a mind  
As the wild beasts in their kind,  

Harken to my doleful cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die.    

Each green fields and shady Grove  
Bear you witness of my love,  
And the little Lambs which play  
In the flowery field so gay,  

Hear me whilst with grief I cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die.    

All you pretty birds that sings  
And you Crystal streaming springs  
That do murmur as you glide  
By the pleasant Meadows side,  

Bear a part when I do cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die.    

Pan thou god of Shepherd Swains  
Viewing these Arcadian plains,  
Cast an eye upon my grief  
Coridon hath played the thief.  

Pity me when I do cry  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Turn again or else I die.    

Venus with thy naked boy  
After sorrow send me joy,  
Stop my Lover in his Race  
And bring him to me face to face,  

That he once may hear me c●y,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why didst thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die.    

You fair Nymphs that sport and play  
And Diana's laws obey,  
Did you not meet my Coridon  
Tell me which way he is gone,  

That I once may cease to cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why dost thou fly,  
Pity me or else I die.    

Thus fair Phillis did complain  
On the pleasant flowery plain,  
Till at last her Lover came  
For to ease her of her pain.  

Then she thus began to cry,  
O my Love, O my Love,  
O my Love why didst thou fly,  
Ease me of my misery.     

Printed for W. Whitwood at the Golden Lion in Duck Lane.