Celinda's last gasp, or, Her farewel to false Coridon : since Coridon prou'd false in heart, Celinda mourned sore, but feeling too too great a smart, she vow'd to love no more : but at the last all-conquering death did ease her troubled mind, and as she parted with her breath, he staid not long behind : to the tune of, Young Phaeon, busie fame: or, Cloris fuss of harmless thoughts.