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Pyramus and Thisbe: Or, Love's Master-piece.
Behold the downfall of two Lovers D••ar,
And to their Memorys, let fall a Tear,
A sad mistake their Ruine did procure,
When as they thought their FriendshiP should endure;
Oh Cruel Fate! That Cut them off in Pr••me,
And for Enjoyment, would afford no time.
To the Tune of, Digby's Farewel.
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WHen all hearts did yeild unto Cupid as King,
And dying for Mistresses was no strang thing,
When Maids without coyness did candidly deal,
And men lov'd with constancy, faith, and true Zeal:
There liv,d a fair pare of true Lovers in Greece
Who have still bin accounted as Lov's master-piece.
The Youth was call'd Pyramus, Thisbe the Maid:
Their Love was immortal, and never decay'd.
But alass! their affections were crost by sad Fate:
To wit, by the fewd and immortal debate.
That had bin fomented for many years space,
Between both their Families, & their whole Race.
Which made the fair Cuple, tho scorcht wt loves fire,
Still smother their Flames & conceal their desire:
They sigh'd still in private, and wept all alone;
And dar'd not discover a Tear or a Groan.
They sigh'd all the Night, & they gaz'd all the Day:
Thus weeping and gazing, and sighing away
Their langushing Lives, which they spent all in Tears,
In sighs, & in groans, & in amorous fears.
And when the whole world was composd in a sleep,
Their grief kept them waking to sigh & to weep.
Thus wandring all night, to the stars they complain,
Of hardship, of fate, of their torments, and pain.
But when they no longer those pains cou'd endure
Their Love did begin for to seek out some Cure.
And so they appointed one Night for to meet
In some neighbouring Vally, and there for to greet:
And thence fly away to some far distant Cave,
To love at their leasure: contented to have
The joyes of each other; and there let loves flame
Burn quietly out without danger of blame.