Love's Lamentable Tragedy  

When true Lovers prove unkind,  
great sorrows they procure,  
And such strange pains the slighted find,  
that they cannot endure.   
 
 

TEnder hearts of London City,  
now be moved with grief and pity,  
since by Lov● I am undone;  
Now I languish in mine anguish,  
too too soon my heart was won.   

By him I am strangely slighted,  
In whom I so long delighted,  
he unkindly shows disdain;  
And my grief is past relief,  
alas! my heart will break with pain.   

Damon you my passion knew well,  
How then could you be so cruel?  
first my heart to set on fire;  
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Come and see me as I'm lying,  
Bleeding for your sake and dying,  
yet my Ghost shall trouble you,  
When I depart with, broken heart,  
than all your comforts bid adieu.   

Thou shalt never be contented,  
But by night and day tormented,  
since thou wert so false to me:  
Celia dying, thus lay crying,  
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Down her Cheeks the tears did trickle,  
Blaming Damon too too fickle;  
till her tender heart was broke;  
Discontented thus she fainted,  
yielding to Death's fatal stroke.   

When this news to him was carried,  
All his joys were spoiled and marred,  
and his heart was filled with pain;  
Still expressing, what a blessing,  
he had lost by his disdain.   

The Youngman's Answer.  

Oh! ye powers be kind unto me,  
Else my sorrows will undo me,  
I am so perplexed in mind;  
I denied her, and defied her,  
that was loving, chaste and kind.   

Now methinks I'm strangely daunted  
By her Ghost I shall be haunted,  
wheresoever I do go,  
I shall see her, mine own dear.  
since I wrought her overthrow.   

Thus he pausing stood, and thinking  
Looking as if he were sinking,  
while his countenance grew pale,  
Death come ease me, quickly seize me  
for methinks my Spirits fail.   

In his conscience he was wounded,  
And his senses were confounded,  
tears ran trickling from his Eye;  
But his sorrow, pierced him thorough,  
than he vowed for love to die.   

Then his joints began to shiver,  
Strait he walks into the River,  
there to build his watery Tomb,  
Often crying, and replying,  
Celia now I come, I come.   
FINIS.    

Licenced and Entered according to Order  
Printed for I Deacon, at the Angel in Gild spur-Street.   

Love's Lamentable TRAGEDY,  
When cruel Lovers prove unkind,  
Great sorrows they procure;  
And such strange pains the slighted find,  
That they cannot endure.  
To a pleasant new Playhouse Tune.  

Tender hearts of London City,  
Now be moved with grief and pity  
since by love I am undone:  
Now I languish in mine angish  
too too soon my heart was won.   

By him I am strangely slighted,  
In whom I so long delighted:  
he unkindly shows disdain,  
And my grief is past relief,  
alas! my heart will break with pain.   

Damon you my passion knew well,  
How then could you be so cruel?  
first my heart to set on fire:  
Then to leave me, and deceive me,  
when I granted your desire.   

Come and see me as I'm lying,  
Bleeding for your sake and dying,  
yet my Ghost shall trouble you,  
When I depart with, broken heart,  
than all your Comforts bid adieu.   

Thou shalt never be contented,  
But by night and day tormented,  
since thou wert so false to me:  
Celia dying, thus lay crying,  
I will be a plague to thee.   

Down her Cheeks the tears did trickle,  
Blaming Damon too too fickle,  
till her tender heart was broke:  
Discontented thus she fainted,  
yielding to Death's fatal stroke.   

When this News to him was carried,  
All his joys were spoilled and marred,  
and his heart was filled with pain;  
Still expressing, what a blessing,  
he had lost by his disdain.   

The Youngman's Answer.  

Oh! ye powers be kind unto me,  
Else my sorrows will undo me,  
I am so perplexed in mind;  
I denied her, and defied her,  
that was loving, chaste and kind.   

Now methinks I'm strangely daunted  
By her Ghost I shall be haunted,  
wheresoever I do go,  
I shall see her, mine own dear,  
since I wrought her overthrow.   

Thus he pausing stood, and thinking  
Looking as if he were sinking,  
while his countenance grew pale,  
Death come ease me, quickly seize me  
for methinks my Spirits fail.   

In his Conscience he was wounded,  
And his Senses were confounded,  
tears ran trickling from his Eye:  
But his sorrow, pierced him thorough,  
than he vowed for love to die.   

Then his joints began to shiver,  
Strait he walks into the River,  
there to build his watery Tomb,  
Often crying, and replying,  
Celia now I come, I come.    
FINIS.