The Happy Lovers, or, Cælia won by Aminta's loyalty a new song in great request at court : to an excellent new tune or, Why are my eyes, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A45511 of text R13212 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing H670). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A45511 Wing H670 ESTC R13212 13316804 ocm 13316804 99024 2240874368

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A45511) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 99024) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 457:5) The Happy Lovers, or, Cælia won by Aminta's loyalty a new song in great request at court : to an excellent new tune or, Why are my eyes, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Printed for C. Dennisson ..., [London?] : 1688. Caption title. In double columns. In verse. Reproduction of original in Bodleian Library. eng Songs, English -- England -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century eebo The happy lovers, or, Cælia won by Aminta's loyalty. A new song in great request at court. To an excellent new tune: or, Why are my eyes, &c. This may D'Urfey, Thomas, 1688 1 538 0 0 0 40 0 0 7434.94 F The rate of 7434.94 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-06 Sampled and proofread 2006-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE HAPPY LOVERS , OR , Caelia won by Aminta's Loyalty . A New SONG in great Request at Court. To an Excellent New Tune : Or , Why are my Eyes , &c.

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WHy are my Eyes still Flow—ing ? Why does my heart thus trembling move ? Why do I sigh when goe—ing ? To see the Darling Saint I Love : Ah! she 's my Heaven , and in her Eyes , The Dei — ty , There is no Life Like what she can give , Nor any Death like taking my Leave .

I. Tell me no more of Glo — ry , to Courts Ambition i 've resign'd , But tell a long long Sto — ry , of Celia's shape her face and mind : Speak too of Raptures that will Life destroy , to En — joy , Had I a Diadem Scepter and Ball , For that dear minute i 'de part with them all . II. Why am I not injoy—ing my self , delighting in thy Arms ? My painful Love destroy—ing , with killing pleasures from thy Charms : Come , come dear Celia , now let Storms be gone , and o — ver-blown ; There 's no delight like thy transporting Love , No joy below , what e're there 's above . IV. Why does my heart thus grieve — me , as I lye panting on my Bed ? Why does my hopes deceive — me , when cruel Fates pronounce me dead ? Speak , speak dear Saint , and by those conq'ring eyes that — surprize : Give , give me favour in thy sight again , Or kill me quite to ease my pain . V. Her ANSWER . HOw can I seek to co — ver a flaming heart o'rewhelm'd with grief ? See , see a Constant Lo — ver , thus fainting , plead for some Relief ! No , no , Aminta , cease now to implore , sigh — no more : Had I ten thousand hearts in my Breast , I 'de part with all to give my Love rest . VI. Why does Aminta sigh—ing , think I will Coyly Love deface ? But can there be deny—ing , to such a Person , such a Grace ? Ah! such becoming-Boldness too is found , to — be Crown'd , That no fair Nymph that lives upon the Plain , Can have a heart to give my Dear pain . VII . Amint. ] Who can express the joy—ing , that my poor heart doth leaping find ? Fly hence all heart-annoy—ing , and fatal grief , for Celia's kind : Come then dear Celia , let us now injoy , Cael. ] Ay , dear — est Ay ; While we have Breath let Mortals wonder this , Envy they may , but not spoyl our Bliss .

Printed for C. Dennisson , at the Stationers-Arms within Aldgate : 1688.