Death & Dying
Unconstant Damon
From English Broadside Ballads (TCP)
Some mournful Muse attend my Quill,
While I the Shades and Valleys fill,
With Sighs and sad lamenting Cries,
Since Damon doth my Love despise:
Here for his sake I bleeding lye,
And fain I would but cannot dye.
Among the Mountains did I rove,
And likewise e'ery silent Grove,
To find out my Disloyal Swain;
But yet I find it all in vain.
Now for his sake I bleeding lye,
And fain I would but cannot dye.
When first the Shades I did frequent,
I little knew what Lovers meant;
My freedom then I did enjoy,
But Damon did the same destroy:
Now for his sake I bleeding lye,
And fain I would but cannot dye.
Why doth the God of Love invade
The Heart of a young harmless Maid?
And leave me likewise bound, faith she,
In Chains of sad Captivity?
Where I in Sorrow sighing lye,
And fain I would, but cannot dye.
No longer can I now Conceal
My flames, but must the same reveal;
For Cupid with his Golden Dart,
Has wounded deep my yielding Heart,
Soe that in melting Tears I lye,
And fain I would, but cannot dye.
The Rose and Lillys which did twine,
Here in these youthful Cheeks of mine,
Are now become as pale as Lead,
Since all my splendid Glory's fled:
For Damon's sake, I Bleeding lye,
And fain I would, but cannot dye.
The fatal stroke make haste to give,
For I had rather dye than live
In so much Torment, Grief and Pain;
Farewell thon false and perjur'd Swain;
In Grief alas! I bleeding lye,
And fain I would, but cannot dye.
Here I invoke the Powers above,
To pitty me whose Pain is Love,
And yield me now this day Relief,
To ease the anguish of my Grief:
For here alas! I bleeding lye,
And fain I would, but cannot dye.
What have I done to cause this Woe?
Why does the Fares afflict me so?
Why don't my Heart this minute break?
And Death a Final Conquest make:
For here alas! I Bleeding lye,
And fain I would but cannot dye.
The Nymph that now enjoys my Dear.
While I in sorrow Languish here,
She little knows my Wretched State,
The which no Mortal can relate:
For here alas! I bleeding lye,
And fain I would, but cannot dye.
Codex Note
Full title: Unconstant Damon: OR, Clorinda's Languishing Lamentation. To a delightfull new tune, or, He that loves best must suffer most. TCP B06386 (1688-1692?).
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Anonymous (English broadside ballads). “Unconstant Damon.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-english-broadsides/537/.
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Anonymous (English broadside ballads). “Unconstant Damon.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-english-broadsides/537/.
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