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 behing. To the tune of, Young Phaeon, [...] fame: or, Cloris fuss of harmless thoughts.