The Roxburghe ballads . ** Note.—• Cupids Court of Equity is mentioned on p. 410 in line 66. Inthese Roxb. Ballads, vol. iii. p. 526, is reprinted one broadside bearing that title,beginning, When first I bid my Love good-morrow. Mr. Chappell mistakenlythought it to be unique, but it is also Euing, 38 ; Huth, III. 7 ; Jersey, II. 95= Lindesiana, 1296; and Douce, I. 45. It is distinct in tune, and printed forP. Brooksby, with the clumsy woodcut of Venus drawn in a Car upon the cloudsby doves that resemble swans or geese. Of this quaint picture a copy will be givenin our Romantic Group, along wit
The Roxburghe ballads . ** Note.—• Cupids Court of Equity is mentioned on p. 410 in line 66. Inthese Roxb. Ballads, vol. iii. p. 526, is reprinted one broadside bearing that title,beginning, When first I bid my Love good-morrow. Mr. Chappell mistakenlythought it to be unique, but it is also Euing, 38 ; Huth, III. 7 ; Jersey, II. 95= Lindesiana, 1296; and Douce, I. 45. It is distinct in tune, and printed forP. Brooksby, with the clumsy woodcut of Venus drawn in a Car upon the cloudsby doves that resemble swans or geese. Of this quaint picture a copy will be givenin our Romantic Group, along with other woodcuts that are delayed, beingcrowded out occasionally, to avoid breaking fresh pages. 408 [Roxburghe Collection, II. 448 ; Jersey, I. 375=Lindes., 918.] %\)t Cormentet) Holers. Maidens lament their present state,And count they meet with rigid Fate;But ere they will their minds explain,Theyl dye of their Tormenting Pain. To a pleasant Play-house Tune [its own], called, Oh Love ! if ere thonVt ease a 0 Love ! if ere thoult ease a heart,That owns thy power Divine, That bleeds with thy too cruel dart; Yea, burns with never-ceasing smart;Take pitty now on mine : Beneath the shades I fainting lye ; Ten thousand times I wish to dye ; Yet when I find cold Death draw nigh,I grieve to lose my pleasing pain,And call my Wishes back again. Thus I sate musing all alone In the shady Myrtle to my self I made a moan,And every eccho gave a groan,Came by the Man I lov[e].Oh ! how I strove my griefs to hide,I panted, sighed, and almost dyd,Yet did each tattling eccho chide;For fear some breath of moving airShould to his ears my sorrows bear. 10 [Text, Movd. 20 The Tormented Lovers. 409 And now, you Powers, I dye to gain But one poor parting kiss ;Yet will endure this deadly pain,Ere Ile one wish or thought retain That Honour thinks are poor Maids unkindly usd,By Love and Nature both abusd ;All kinds of comforts are refusd: For when we burn with secret fla
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