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The true lover's paradice. Cupid with his golden dart! Pierc'd this youngster in the heart; he counts love a pleasant pain, and his freedom doth disdain. Let other lovers pattern take by him who'll dye for Celia's sake. To an excellent new play-house tune: or, Oh how pleasant are the charms of love.
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1692-1700?
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Wing T2753; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[461]
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The True Lover's Paradice Cupid with his Golden Dart Pierc'd this Youngster to the Heart He counts Love a pleasant pain And his Freedom doth disdain Let other Lovers pattern take By him who 'll Dye for Celia's sake To an Excellent New Play-House Tune Or Ah how Pleasant are the Charms of Love AH how pleasant are the Charms of Love which like Streams are always flowing Ah! how pleasant are the Charms of Love which like Streams are always flowing So my Passion 's still a growing nothing but my Celia's eyes can move So my Passion 's stil a growing perfect and immortal are the joys above When Celia did my heart surprize every Sinew felt a pleasure Each kind look from her obliging eyes fill'd my heart with endless Treasure Love O Love is the only Treasure joy and blessing from the grave and wise Give me Love and Life and Pleasure I shall never envy what the World enjoys In Love I chiefly now delight and Doting grown in me on wonder The Darts which did me once affright and dread me far worse than Thunder Now are welcome unto me increasing still my warm desire Celia's Captive I must be 't is she and none but she that feeds my fire 'T is she that breeds my hearts content I am like one dead without her If from me once she doth absent she carries all joys about her With her looks she kills or saves me and breeds my comfort or my grief In subjection she enslaves me Celia thou most cunningly hast plaid the Thief I now take pleasure in my Chains in my Fetters I delight me Yet sure to feel uncessant pains if my Celia once doth slight me On my heart is her impression adding to my passion night and day I from Love make no digression Celia at thy feet my dearest Life I 'll lay Oh was ever such a pleasant wound as my tender heart hath pierced Or ever such a pleasing found or any in love better versed Freedom now shall be despised and Celia I am only thine His sences sure must be disguised that in his heart desires to be a Libertine Cupid I will only thee adore and account it clear my Duty My reason I do shew therefore 't is I am compell'd by Beauty Thy fairest eyes have so encharm'd me thy self love I must deny And Love's Fire 's so strangely warm'd me Celia I must freely for thy Love can dye Farewell all those pleasant Ioys wherein Free-men are delighted For they to me appear as Toys by me they ever shall be slighted Love 's the thing that doth possess me his Riches fain I would enjoy With my Celia Cupid bless me nothing then of Crosses can my Love annoy Printed for I. Conyers at the Black Raven in Holborn