An antidote against melancholy: made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches.

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Title: An antidote against melancholy: made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches.
Author: J. P.
Publication: London :: printed for John Playford at his shop in the Temple,; 1669.
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Subject terms: English wit and humor
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A Song, Forsaken Phillis, her Lamentation.

To a choice New Tune.

MY Lodging is on the cold Ground,
And very hard is my Fare;
But that which troubles me most is
The unkindness of my Dear:
Yet still I cry O turn Love,
And I prethee Love turn to me;
For thou art the man that I long for,
And alack what remedie!

I'le Crown thee with Garlands of Straw then,
And I'le Marry thee with a Rush Ring;
My frozen hopes shall thaw then,
And merrily we will sing,
O turn to me my dear Love,
And I prethee Love turn to me;
For thou art the man that alone can'st
Procure my libertie.

But if thou wilt harden thy Heart still,
And be deaf to my pitiful moan,
Then I must endure the smart still,
And tumble in straw alone:
Yet still I cry O turn Love,
And I prethee Love turn to me;
For thou art the man that alone art
The cause of my miserie.

An antidote against melancholy: made up in pills. Compounded of witty ballads, jovial songs, and merry catches.

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Pages

descriptionPage 141

A Song, Forsaken Phillis, her Lamentation.

Page 141