Selected quad for the lemma: love_n
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A95491
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The Tyrannical beauty. Beauty fadeth like a flower, then fair ladies be not proud, time and sickness may devour, what at present you'r allow'd. To a pleasant tune; called, Prodigious fate.
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1678-1681
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Wing T3570; ESTC R228628
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The Tyrannical Beauty Beauty fadeth like a Flower Then fair Ladies be not Proud Time and Sickness may Devour What at present you 'r allow'd To a Pleasant Tune called Prodigious Fate SInce her Beauty 's grown a Snare And by that I 'm deeply Wounded Yet my hopes are quite confounded ' cause my Love I can't declare If my passion I discover and my Love should me deny She 'l destroy a faithful Lover and her Martyr I shall dye To the Grave then shall I post While her beauty is admired And by all men much desired yet I 'le strive to love her most When my Body is Interred she perhaps of me will say There 's the faithfull'st Lover buried that e're saw the Sun shine day On my Tomb these Lines I 'le have And I 'le get some loving Poet Who before I dye shall know it that she brought me to my Grave And these words I 'le have Inserted that she broke my tender heart First my reason she perverted then she sent her Killing Dart. Then the world shall justly say They must blame her charming beauty Which of all commanded Duty with this preceipt you must pay And account your selves befriended if for me you pains indure For before your days are ended I perhaps may grant a Cure By this means she doth command And they must by force obey her Who so bold as to gain-say her or who can her power withstand No man yet could e're oppose her in the strictest of her Charge For all mortal men that knows her ne'r shall keep their minds at large You that ne'r did see her face Keep your freedom while you have it 'T is in vain to hope to save it such will be your hapless case If at any time you view her whose fair eye commands the world In a moment to be sure into passion you 'l be whirl'd Where a Prisoner you 'l remain And for certain be confined As her Cruelty designed till your heart is broke with pain Though a thousand she hath wounded and for love of her they dy'd And in Seas of sorrow Drownded yet is she unsatisfied Killing Beauty now give o're Be no more so deadly Cruel To Loves fires add no more Fuel tyrannize o're men no more 'T is unjust they should be used for their Loves as they have been For their kindness much abused this is sure a deadly Sin You in time may be repay'd When your Beauties are disbanded Which have you so much befriended and so many Captives made Then your power will be deminsht and your pride will sure abate When your Tyranny is finisht then your Captives will you hate Take my Counsel then in time And forbear to use severely Those poor souls that love you dearly while your beauty is in prime For in time you may lament you when perhaps 't will be too late Former pride may discontent you causing you to Curse your fate Printed for F. Coles T. Vere J. Wright I. Clarke W. Thackeray and T. Passinger