Fair LUCINA Conquerd By Prevailing Cupid.

She that triumphed in disdain, at last was forc'd to yield,
And of her self she thus complain'd when Cupid wonn the Field:
Though at the first I was unkind, yet now I'le loving be,
And that my Coridon shall find if he'l return to me.
When Coridon did hear these words, he did most joyfully
Embrace his kind, and dearest Love; and they did both agree.
To the Tune of, Jenny Gin. or, the fair one let me in.
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LUcina sitting in her Bower
was wounded with a dart,
Ascending from the secret power
which smote her to the heart:
Immediately she thus did cry,
who can my comforts spell?
Who can compell me for to love
[...]
Quoth Cupid I will humble thee,
and will subdue thy pride,
I'le make thee now submit to me,
it shall not be deny'd:
I'le send such Arrows to thy heart,
proceeding from my bow,
Shall make thee feele love's fatal smart
[...]
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Quoth she, I did design to live
a Maiden untill Death,
But now thou hast so wounded me,
alas I pant for breath?
Thou pretty Nymph be not unkind
to cast love quite away,
I will be loyal thou shalt find
unto my dying day.
Sweet Coridon's deluding tongue
hath so insnar'd my mind,
That in Loves-firy flames I burn,
and can no comfort find:
I slighted him who was my Love,
and held him in disdain,
But now my ruine it doth prove,
in vain I may complain.
What sweet expressions did he use
my favour to obtain;
But I his kindness did abuse,
by foule and gross disdain,
For now I languish here in grief,
and can no comfort sée,
Kind Death afford me some relief,
make haste and set me free.
O proud ambition, why did I
his kindness thus reject,
Who loved me so tenderly,
and show'd me such respect:
A Princely presence, grac'd with Fa [...]
which did adorn him so,
Which renders me indéed to blame
for often saying no.
These words had searcely pierc'd the [...]
e're her swéet Coridon
Did to his dearest Love repair,
whose heart with Love was wonn
All sorrow seem'd to vanish quite,
each Lover had their bliss;
They both enjoy'd their Hearts delig [...]
and seal'd it with a kiss.
The pretty Birds with pleasant not [...]
most sweetly they did sing,
With melody from their sweet Thro [...]
which made the Groves to ring:
Thus they proclaim'd their mutuall [...]
when Lovers did agree;
Nothing seemed to annoy
that gracious Harmony.

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