The Roxburghe ballads . n purest affection, sorrows were turned to bliss, Sealing her perfect protection, with many a tender sweet kiss. 32 Jin is. Printed for C. Dennisson, at the Stationers - Arms, within Aldgate,[In Black-letter, for C. Dennisson, with four cuts : the oval-wreathed QueenMary Beatrix with King James II., on p. 456 ; and the couple, vi. copy is in White-letter: printed for C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible,in Guilt-spur-street. With four cuts. 1st and 2nd, Cavalier and Lady amongCarnations, p. 42 ; 3rd, big woman with fan, of Bagford Ballads, p. 949 ; 4th,the man and
The Roxburghe ballads . n purest affection, sorrows were turned to bliss, Sealing her perfect protection, with many a tender sweet kiss. 32 Jin is. Printed for C. Dennisson, at the Stationers - Arms, within Aldgate,[In Black-letter, for C. Dennisson, with four cuts : the oval-wreathed QueenMary Beatrix with King James II., on p. 456 ; and the couple, vi. copy is in White-letter: printed for C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible,in Guilt-spur-street. With four cuts. 1st and 2nd, Cavalier and Lady amongCarnations, p. 42 ; 3rd, big woman with fan, of Bagford Ballads, p. 949 ; 4th,the man and woman together, vol. iii. p. 537. Date, 1685-88.] 455 [Roxb. Coll., II. 308 ; Jen, I. 148=Lind. 983 ; Pepys, III. 158 ; Hutli, I. 160.] JLotie in a Busl); Cfie ttoo llopal ^0^^ lop complcateo* She seerad to slight her Hearts delight,Which causd him to complain : But when she s[aw] his Loyalty, She made him glad again. [text, see. Tune of, Oh so ungrateful a Creature [see p. 453.] This may be printed. R[ichard] P[ocock].. Olse evening in summer season, when each Lad walks with hisLassIn the cool shades which are pleasing, as by a Grove I did pass,My wandring fancy contenting, musing myself all alone,I heard a young man lamenting, making this sorrowful moan. 0 cruel Maid ! thus to slight me, whom you once loved so dear,There is nothing can delight me, since tny fate is so severe ;Just in the height of my Blessing, to turn my pleasure to pain,And, when I should be possessing, torture me with her disdain. You little birds that flock hither, and in this Grove do abide,Witness how oft she vowd Never nothing our hearts should divide:Yet now her love it is ended, and I the cause cannot tell;If I have ever offended, it was in loving too well. 24 When I, with sorrow surrounded, move her to pitty my pain,The more I sue, I am wounded, with the darts of her that the love of another makes her deny me relief,Yet I for ever will love her, though shes the cause of my grief. 456 Lore
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