Unconstant Damon: OR, Clorinda's Languishing Lamentation:  
To a delightful new Tune, or, He that loves best must suffer most.  
Licenced according to Order.  

I.  
SOme mournful Muse attend my Quill,  
While I the Shades and Valleys fill,  
With Sighs and sad lamenting Cries,  
Since Damon doth my Love despise:   

Here for his sake I bleeding lie,  
And fain I would but cannot die.   

II.  
Among the Mountains did I rove,  
And likewise every silent Grove,  
To find out my Disloyal Swain;  
But yet I find it all in vain.   

Now for his sake I bleeding lie,  
And fain I would but cannot die.   

III.  
When first the Shades I did frequent,  
I little knew what Lovers meant;  
My freedom than I did enjoy,  
But Damon did the same destroy:   

Now for his sake I bleeding lie,  
And fain I would but cannot die.   

4.  
Why doth the God of Love invade  
The Heart of a young harmless Maid?  
And leave me likewise bound, faith she,  
In Chains of sad Captivity?   

Where I in Sorrow sighing lie,  
And fain I would, but cannot die.   

5.  
No longer can I now Conceal  
My flames, but must the same reveal;  
For Cupid with his Golden Dart,  
Has wounded deep my yielding Heart,   

So that in melting Tears I lie,  
And fain I would, but cannot die.   

6.  
The Rose and Lillys which did twine,  
Here in these youthful Cheeks of mine,  
Are now become as pale as Led,  
Since all my splendid Glory's fled:   

For Damon' s sake, I Bleeding lie,  
And fain I would, but cannot die.   

7.  
The fatal stroke make haste to give,  
For I had rather die than live  
In so much Torment, Grief and Pain;  
Farewell thou false and perjured Swain;   

In Grief alas! I bleeding lie,  
And fain I would, but cannot die.   

8.  
Here I invoke the Powers above,  
To pity me whose Pain is Love,  
And yield me now this day Relief,  
To ease the anguish of my Grief:   

For here alas! I bleeding lie,  
And fain I would, but cannot die.   

9  
What have I done to cause this Woe?  
Why does the Fares afflict me so?  
Why don't my Heart this minute break?  
And Death a Final Conquest make:   

For here alas! I Bleeding lie,  
And fain I would but cannot die.   

10.  
The Nymph that now enjoys my Dear.  
While I in sorrow Languish here,  
She little knows my Wretched State,  
The which no Mortal can relate:   

For here alas! I bleeding lie,  
And fain I would, but cannot die.    

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back.