. Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy; being a collection of the best merry ballads and songs, old and new. Fitted to all humours, having each their proper tune for either voice, or instrument: most of the songs being new set ... 4a*-^ -#-!-#-#- iSSHHSl fcv ggg^giimgl ■—,^r^=t^ fe^ri^ i^E^f^i^ii EH -©-- AH cruel bloody Fate, what canst tho do more ?Alas, tis now too late Philander to restore :Why should the Heavnly Powers perswade, poor Mortals to believe,That they Guard us here, and reward us there, yet allour Toys deceive ? Her Pleasant and Divertive. 285 Her Ponyard then she took,
. Wit and mirth: or, Pills to purge melancholy; being a collection of the best merry ballads and songs, old and new. Fitted to all humours, having each their proper tune for either voice, or instrument: most of the songs being new set ... 4a*-^ -#-!-#-#- iSSHHSl fcv ggg^giimgl ■—,^r^=t^ fe^ri^ i^E^f^i^ii EH -©-- AH cruel bloody Fate, what canst tho do more ?Alas, tis now too late Philander to restore :Why should the Heavnly Powers perswade, poor Mortals to believe,That they Guard us here, and reward us there, yet allour Toys deceive ? Her Pleasant and Divertive. 285 Her Ponyard then she took, and held it in her Hand,And with a dying Look, cryd, thus I Fate Command :Philander, ah, my Love I came to meet thy shade below,Ah, I come, she cryd, with a Wound so wide,There need no second Blow. In Purple Waves her Blood ran streaming down the floor,Unmovd she saw the Flood, and blessd her dying hour;Philander, ah, Philander still, the bleeding Phillis cryd:She Wept a while, and she forcd a Smile,Then closd her Eyes and Dyd. A p^pggspgjgi p^^ii^^iS 286 Songs Compleat,
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