The happy lover: or, Celia won by Aminta's loyalty. A new song in great request at court. To an excellent new tune: Or, Why are my eyes, &c. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03754 of text R221429 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing H669B). 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 B03754 Wing H669B Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.40.m.9.[96] 99885291 ocm99885291 182249 2248535288

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03754) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182249) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:2[97]) The happy lover: or, Celia won by Aminta's loyalty. A new song in great request at court. To an excellent new tune: Or, Why are my eyes, &c. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for J. Blare, at the Looking-Glass, on London Bridge, [London] : [between 1684-1699] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Why are my eyes still flow--ing? Why do's my heart thus trembling move?". Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Love -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo The happy lover: or, Celia won by Aminta's loyalty. A new song in great request at court. To an excellent new tune: Or, Why are my eyes, &c. Licensed anon 1699 1 517 1 0 0 40 0 0 7756.29 F The rate of 7756.29 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE HAPPY LOVER : OR , Celia won by Aminta's Loyalty . A New SONG in great Request at Court . To an Excellent New Tune : Or , Why are my Eyes , &c ▪

Licensed according to Order .

WHy are my Eyes still flow╌ing ? Why do's my Heart thus trembling move ? Why do I sigh when go╌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 .

II. 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 'd part with them all . III. Why am I not enjoy╌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╌verblown , There 's no delight like thy transporting Love , No Joy below , what e'er there 's above . IV. Why do's my Heart thus grieve — me , as I lie panting on my Bed ? Wh● do's my hopes deceive — me , when cruel Fates pronounce me dead ? Speak , speak , dear Saint , and by those conqu'ring Eyes , that — surprize : Give , give me favour in thy sight again , Or kill me quite to ease my pain .
Her ANSWER . V. HOW can I seek to co╌ver a flaming Heart o'erwhelm'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 then Ten thousand Hearts in my Breast , I 'd part with all , to give my Love rest . VI. Why do's Aminta sigh╌ing , thing 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 . Aminta ] VII . 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 enjoy , Cel ] Ay , dear╌est , Ay : While we have Breach , set Mortals wonder this , Envy they may , but not spoil our Bliss .

Printed for J. Blare , at the Looking-Glass , on London Bridge .