Sidor som bilder
PDF
ePub

XXI.

THE LUNATIC LOVER.

MAD SONG THE THIRD,

- is given from an old printed copy in the British Museum, compared with another in the Pepys collection: both in blackletter.

GRIM king of the ghofts, make hafte,

And bring hither all your train;

See how the pale moon does waste,
And juft now is in the waine.
Come, you night-hags, with all your charms,
And revelling witches away,

And hug me close in your arms;
To you my respects I'll pay..

I'll court you, and think you fair,
Since love does diftract my brain :
I'll go, and I'll wed the night-mare,
And kifs her, and kifs her again:
But if fhe prove peevifh and proud,

ΙΟ

Then, a pise on her love! let her go;

15

And down to the fhades below.

I'll feek me a winding fhroud,

A lunacy fad I endure,

Since reafon departs away;
I call to thofe hags for a cure,
As knowing not what I fay:
The beauty, whom I do adore,

Now flights me with scorn and disdain;

I never fhall fee her more:

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

20

[ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small]
[blocks in formation]

-was originally fung in one of TOM D'URFEY'S comedies of Don Quixote acted in 1694 and 1696; and probably compoSed by himself. In the feveral stanzas, the author represents his pretty mad woman as 1. fullenly mad: 2. mirthfully mad: 3. melancholy mad: 4. fantastically mad: and 5. Stark mad. Both this, and Num. XXIV. are printed from D'urfey's "Pills to purge Melancholy. •» 1719. vol. I.

FROM rofie bowers, where sleeps the god of love,

Hither, ye little wanton cupids, fy;

Teach me in foft melodious ftrains to move

With tender paffion my heart's darling joy:
Ah! let the foul of mufick tune my voice,
To win dear Strephon, who my foul enjoys.

[blocks in formation]

Or, if more influencing

Is to be brifk and airy,
With a ftep and a bound,
With a frisk from the ground,

I'll trip like any fairy:

As once on Ida dancing

Were three celeftial bodies:

With an air, and a face,

And a fhape, and a grace,

I'll charm, like beauty's goddess.

Ah! 'tis in vain! 'tis all, 'tis all in vain!
Death and despair must end the fatal pain:

Cold, cold defpair, difguis'd like fnow and rain,
Falls on my breaft; bleak winds in tempests blow;
My veins all fhiver, and my fingers glow;

My pulfe beats a dead march for loft repofe,
And to a folid lump of ice my poor fond heard is froze.

Or fay, ye powers, my peace to crown,
Shall I thaw myself, and drown
Among the foaming billows?
Increasing all with tears I fhed,

On beds of ooze, and chryftal pillows
Lay down, lay down my lovefick head?

10

20

25

No, no, I'll strait run mad, mad, mad,
That foon my heart will warm;
When once the fenfe is fled, is fled,

30

Love has no power to charm.

Wild thro' the woods I'll fly, I'll fly,

Robes, locks-fhall thus

be tore!

A thousand, thousand times I'll dye

Ere thus, thus, in vain, -ere thus in vain adore.

35

XXIII.

THE DISTRACTED LOVER,

MAD SONG THE FIFTH.

From the Hive, a collection of Songs. 4 vols. 1724. 12mo where may be found two or three other MAD SONGS not admitted into this collection.

Go to the Elyfian fhade,

Where forrow ne'er fhall wound me ;

Where nothing shall my reft invade,

But joy fhal ftill furround me.

I fly from Celia's cold difdain
From her difdain I fly;

She is the cause of all my pain,

For her alone I die.

Her eyes are brighter than the mid-day fun,
When he but half his radiant courfe has run,

When his meridian glories gaily shine,
And gild all nature with a warmth divine.

See yonder river's flowing tide,
Which now fo full appears;

Thofe ftreams, that do fo fwiftly glide,

Are nothing but my tears.

U 3

ΤΟ

15

Her

« FöregåendeFortsätt »