THE True Lover's Overthrow,  
Whilst poor Amintas pined to Death,  
For Celia bright and fair,  
At last for him she lost her Breath,  
A grief beyond compare.  
To the Tune of State and Ambition.  
 

AH Cupid! thou provest unkind and too cruel,  
a true loving Shepherd thus strangely to wound,  
She that I counted my Love and my Jewel  
But let her prove Faithless, yet I will prove Loyal  
and though she doth Tyrannize constant i'll be;  
For she that hath given to me the denial,  
my Ruin and Destiny soon she will see,   

Here panting I lie and am always complaining,  
how she to her true Love hath proved severe;  
And when I consider her, scorn and disdaining,  
from my blubbered eyes than I part with a Tear:  
And panting just like a disconsolate Lover,  
cry Celia how couldst thou be cruel to me;  
As she her disdain so I folly discover,  
and now I am 〈…〉   

Now I of my Senses am strangely bereft,  
and captived I am by the charms of her Eye;  
Yet at my sad Torments she nothing is grieved,  
nor pities me not tho in Fetters I lie,  
But if I at present am scorned and slighted,  
and nothing can prove more disdainful than she  
Yet she without Quession will once be requited,  
and then she'll remember her scorning of me.   

'Tis pity that Cruelty's pleasing unto her,  
and that in disdain she should take a delight;  
For one time or other I fear 'twill undo her,  
and Tyrants but seldom get any thing by't;  
What Creature so fair coul'd so slight a poor Lover?  
that never was pleased till her Beauty he see;  
No Riches nor Pleasure I prized above her,  
  

Well since 'tis my fate I must needs be contented,  
And under my burden must patiently lie;  
What's for me allotted cannot be prevented:  
The worst she can do is to scorn till I Die  
And when for her sake, with this World I have parted  
Those that do outlive me will sorrowful be,  
And say the poor Shepherd he dies broken hearted  
So a sorrowful Epitaph write over me.   

And when a long time He in sorrow had pined,  
At last he submitted to conquering Death;  
His vitals decayed and his life He resigned  
And sighing did yield up his murmuring breath  
But when these sad tidings to Celia were carried  
That she her poor Shepherd no oftener should see  
Since he by her cruelty so had miscarried  
She cr'yd there is none so unhappy as me.   

Ah Shepherd most Faithful true, loyal, and constant  
Thou for thy fidelity payest to dear,  
Who'd thinks that thy doom I should work in an instant  
And now my own ruin I greatly do fear  
Yet 'twill be but justice if I am requited  
For cruel disdain and for storming of thee;  
My joys I do fear now will soon be benighted,  
Then ruin and sorrow will wait upon me.   

But now 'tis too late my dear Love to recall thee,  
Thine eyes they are closed and thy Breath it is gone,  
Tho such cruel Destiny chanced to befall thee,  
In Love's cooler Shades I will, meet thee anon;  
My Conscience is pricked and my Senses confounded,  
Wherever I go I thy Spirit do see,  
I grieve that to Death a true Lover I wounded,  
And now the same Fate is attending on me.   

I slight all the comforts that morrtals can give me,  
And here on the Earth I no pleasure can take.  
There's nothing on this side the Grave can relieve me,  
I must languishing die for my true Lover's sake,  
And now my Amintas with speed do expect me,  
For soon in Eiziu●m with thee i'll be:  
You powers of Love to the Shades now direct me,  
Where I my Amintas may joyfully see.   

Thus since you have heard of two true Lovers Ruin,  
I hope this to others a warning will be,  
Since this to them both did prove an undooing,  
The fruits of disdain here you plainly may see;  
Let those that are now bound fast in Love's Fetter,  
Endeavour to fly from Pride, Scorn and Disdain,  
The Fruits of Love storming, but seldom proves better,  
What in pleasure begins, too oft endeth in pain.   
FINIS.