XIX.

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 black letter.

RIM king of the ghofts, make haste,

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And bring hither all your train;

See how the pale moon does waste,

And just now is in the wane.

Come, you night-hags, with all your charms, 5

And revelling witches away,

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

brain:

I'll court you, and think you fair,
Since love does diftract my
I'll go, I'll wed the night-mare,
And kifs her, and kifs her again:

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But

But if the prove peevish and proud,

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

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I'll feek me a winding shroud,

And down to the fhades below.

A lunacy fad I endure,

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

Now flights me with fcorn and difdain;

I never fhall fee her more:

Ah! how fhall I bear my pain!

I ramble, and range about

To find out my charming faint; While fhe at my grief does flout, And fmiles at my loud complaint. Diftraction I fee is my doom,

Of this I am now too fure;

A rival is got in my room,

While torments I do endure.

Strange fancies do fill my head,
While wandering in despair,

I am to the defarts lead,
Expecting to find her there.

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To the elyfian fhades I poft

In hopes to be freed from care,
Where many a bleeding ghost
Is hovering in the air.

XX.

THE LADY DISTRACTED WITH LOVE,
MAD SONG THE FOURTH,

was originally fung in one of Tom D'URFEY's comedies of Don Quixote acted in 1694 and 1696; and probably compofed by himself. In the feveral ftanzas, the author reprefents his pretty Mad-woman as 1. fullenly mad: 2. mirthfully mad: 3. melancholy mad: 4. fantastically mad: and 5. ftark mad. Both this, and Num. XXII. are printed from D'urfey's "Pills to purge Melancholy." 1719. vol. I.

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ROM rofie bowers, where fleeps the god of love,
Hither, ye little wanton cupids, fly;
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.

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Or, if more influencing

Is to be brisk and airy,
With a ftep and a bound,

With a frisk from the ground,

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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 defpair must end the fatal pain:

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Cold, cold defpair, disguis'd like fnow and rain, Falls on my breaft; bleak winds in tempefts blow; 20 My veins all shiver, and my fingers glow;

My pulfe beats a dead march for loft repose,

And to a folid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froze.

Or fay, ye powers, my peace to crown,
Shall I thaw myself, and drown

Among the foaming billows?
Increafing all with tears I shed,

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

No, no, I'll ftrait run mad, mad, mad,
That foon my heart will warm;

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When