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B02549 Cupids tragedy: Eibng [sic] Corydon's courtship; or, Philomels exaltation. Tothe [sic] tune of, The new Bory; or, Will you be a man of fashion. 1670-1696? (1696) Wing C7613; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[64] 1,021 1

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Cupids Tragedy EIBNG Corydon's Courtship Or Philomels Exaltation To the Tune of The new Bory Or Will you be a Man of Fashion PRitty Phillomel was so Charming so much sweetness grac'd each part All her actions so allarming so much goodness in her heart That who ever saw this fair one needs her Votary must be She ah she is Natures dear one and I fear no less to me Every smile was so betraying in each look a Plot she laid This I knew yet was obeying though I saw each Ambuscade And to shew my forward duty needs must venture in her sight Till her Centinels of Beauty struck me blind with too much light In this Transport like a creature with too sudden joy o'recome Gaz'd upon this lovely Creature till with extasie struck dumb Yet my posture did discover that I was her humble Slave And I found she lik'd her Lover by a Signal that she gave WHen I saw my Pardon granted streight I did approach her han● Kist and sigh'd and sigh'd and panted all my sences were at stand Then she laught and plainly told me I more manly would appear And carress a Nymph more boldly if that Phillis were but there But if Corydon will leave her Phillis need not to despair Young Alexis will receive her and your Choice will be less fair Search the Groves and every Bower set the Nymphs all on a row Phillis is of a●l the Flower and does bend the sharpest Bow Ah said I divinest Creature that the Powers above e're made Do not wrong the Gods and Nature but repent of what you 've said Phillis does not think so vainly for to give the Maid her due Oft she 's said the Gods that made you does admire themselves in you Coridon quoth she your praises if you love do not displease But I know a Shepherds phrases can dissemble a Disease If my Beauty has the power to attract to brave a Swain Walk with me to yonder Bower I will gratifie your aim Strephon all this while lay panting in a Cave where he could hear Her too easie heart consenting what he begg'd for many a year Out he rusht from forth the Thicket with his Iavelin he run In poor Coridon did strike it dye said he thou happy Man When poor philomel saw him bleeding stretcht along upon the ground From her eyes the tears succeeding with which she washt the bloody wound Wrung her hands and tore her hair sigh'd that ever she was born Coridon quoth she my Dear do not leave me thus forlorn Thus poor philomel in distraction call'd on her lov'd Coridon Pray'd the Gods for satisfaction thorough her heart a Poniard run Thus said she the Gods deliver those that in true love do joyn Thine dear Coridon thine for ever thou in life and death art mine FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-ball in West-smithfield