The Roxburghe ballads . came in power, and in full Commission too. 72 You that hear this mournful Ditty, cf true Lovers tragedy,Let your heart be movd to pitty, learn to love with Loyalty ;Then you1 flourish, when you nourish he that doth you highly prize,Ner conceal it, but reveal it, [why should Lovers Tyrannize?] [Possibly by Tobias Bowne.] [Printed for /. Beacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street without Newgate.] [In Black-letter, /. Deacons Colophon, shorn away by binder; also, four half-lines, supplied from the Earl of Crawfords exemplar {Biblio. Lindes., 1322).Three Avoodcuts: 1st, on
The Roxburghe ballads . came in power, and in full Commission too. 72 You that hear this mournful Ditty, cf true Lovers tragedy,Let your heart be movd to pitty, learn to love with Loyalty ;Then you1 flourish, when you nourish he that doth you highly prize,Ner conceal it, but reveal it, [why should Lovers Tyrannize?] [Possibly by Tobias Bowne.] [Printed for /. Beacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street without Newgate.] [In Black-letter, /. Deacons Colophon, shorn away by binder; also, four half-lines, supplied from the Earl of Crawfords exemplar {Biblio. Lindes., 1322).Three Avoodcuts: 1st, on p. 401; 2nd, the girl stabbing herself, p. 400 ; 3rd,a lady, p. 398, right : needed also for p. 110. Date, cired 1680.] 403 [Roxburghe Collection, II. 510 ; Douce, II. 240 ; Jersey, I. 10=Liudes., 370.] ®t)e WLtstmimttv 3Utoers* [THOMAS and ISABELLA.] Loves passion is so violent, beyond all opposition, It makes poor Lovers of[t] lament their sad distressd condition. To the Tune of, RusseVs Farewell. [See Note, p. 404.]. TJlAir Isabella, mind me well, for now I do declare, _T That all the world you do excell, methinks you are so fair :Then prethee grant to me my suit, in thee I do delight,If you deny, without dispute, Death seizes me outright. Ah, Thomas, these are tricks of youth, that I cannot approve ;To tell you now the very truth, I fear you do not love :A passion onely you pretend, to rob me of my bliss;If Love no further do extend, oh, what a shame is this ! 16 My dearest, do not doubtful be, that I should be unkind;I swear to be most true to thee, and thou shalt surely findThat if you walk the flowery plain, this long seven years and more,You ner will find a kinder Swain, your vertues to adore. Well, Thomas, since you do protest your Love is so intire,And that you do not speak in jest, you set ray heart on fire :Methinks I feel such tickling pain, I never knew before ;And if you love me not again, sure I shall dye therefore. 32 Talk not of death, my [d]earest Love, I lo
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