Repentance too Late: Being fair Celia's complaint for the loss of her Virginity. OR, The wronged Lover finds no cure but Death. Being a pleasant new play Song: As it i [...] sung at the Theater
Fair Coelia's kind and trusts too much her Swain,
Who once Enjoying her returns disdain,
Courts other Virgins and neglects her quite
What love he had is turned now to spite.
For which she grieves at her too quick belief
And warns all Virgins by her doleful grief,
How to beware of man whose false surprize,
Had ruin'd her then lies her down and dyes.
To a pleasant new play house Tune called, Sad as Death: OR, Parthenia unto Cloe cryed.
SAd as death at dead of night
the fair complaining Caelia sat
But one poor lamp was all her light
whilst thus she reason'd with her fate.
Why should man such triumphs gain
and purchase such joy that gives us pain,
Ah what glory can insue
a helpless Virgin to undoe.
Curs'd the night when curs'd the hour,
when [...]rst he drew her to his Arms
VVhen Virtue was betray'd by power
and yielded to unlawful charms.
VVhen approach'd with all his fires
arm'd with hopes and strong desires,
S [...] s and tears and every vile
with which the men the maids beguile.
Dream no more pleasures past
since all thy torments are to come,
The secret is m [...]de known at last
and endless shame is now thy doom,
The false forsworn alass is gone
and left thée here to dispair alone,
VVho that hears of Caelia's pain
will never trust will never trust a man again.
Eas'ly I believed his vows
and yielded up my honour bright,
For which hard fate no cure allows
but it is never set in night.
Come gentle death and ease my grief
yeild poor Caelia some relief,
Oh! lock me in thy cold embrace
henceforth the Grave' [...] [...]
Ah! and could he leave me thus
wéeping, the mourning Caelia cryed,
VVas't enioyment wrought my curse
oh! me that e'r had I but dy'd.
Then to'th Elizium shades i'de gone
a spotless Virgin now i'me none,
But to'th woods my woe must sing
till willing death my rescue bring.
Cyp'rus shall o're shade my Tomb
while on the blushing ground I lye,
VVhere Violets and sweet Roses bloom
I care not now for coming nigh.
Since I have lost my Virgin state
by trusting man such my hardfate,
That proves perfidious and unjust
and has to shame betray'd my trust.
Cruel powers why have ye made
Man so Majestick bright and fair,
Alass was't only to invade
poor silly Virgins to insnare.
Vndone by their too crafty wiles
Alur'd into loves fatal toiles,
By the soft whispers of their breath
which wound the love sick heart to death.
Like a Serpent that does lye
und [...]r a bed of gaudy flowers,
Whose smell and sight invites the eyes
and ravish'd sence so that no power.
To shun they have but plucking strait
they meet their unexpected fate,
So men with sweet words deceive
till they have got their ends then leave.
The yielding Virgin to possess
for constant v [...]ws the wandring Air,
To waile her own unhappiness
for constant lov [...]rs now are rare.
Words smooth as Oyl are soon fo [...]got
oaths they suspend or value not,
Her whom they swear now Angel bright
when once en [...]oy [...]d is black as night.
Virgins all be warn'd by me
who now must mourn my ill stat' [...] fate,
Oh! trust not your virginity
least love should turn to cruel hate.
Which I have prov d for which I dye
Heart-broken hear for ever lye,
At which she sigh'd out her last breath
and love and beauty left in death.
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