A louers newest curranto, or, The lamentation of a young mans folly to a pleasant new tune. Barnfield, Richard, 1574-1627. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A04735 of text S3240 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1487.5). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A04735 STC 1487.5 ESTC S3240 33143214 ocm 33143214 28299 2240914651

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A04735) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 28299) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1862:45) A louers newest curranto, or, The lamentation of a young mans folly to a pleasant new tune. Barnfield, Richard, 1574-1627. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. For L.W., Printed at London : [ca. 1625] Attributed to Richard Barnfield by STC (2nd ed.) Contains two illustrations. Reproduction of original in: Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo A louers newest curranto, or the lamentation of a young mans folly. To a pleasant new tune. Barnfield, Richard 1625 1 452 3 0 0 0 0 0 66.37 D The rate of 66.37 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-11 Sampled and proofread 2002-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Louers newest Curranto , or the Lamentation of a young mans folly . To a pleasant new tune .

AS it fell vpon a day , in the merry moneth of may : Sitting in a pleasant shade , with a gowne of mertle made ? Beasts did leape and birds did sing , trées they grow and plants they spring ▪ Euery bird sings bannish mone , saue the Nightingale alone : She poore bird as all forlorne leanes her breast vnto a thorne : Where she sung this mournefull ditty , that to héere it t was great pitty : Fie , fie , fie , now can she cry . t●-ra-ra-ra-ra-tat●-by and by : For to heare her thus complaine . scarse from teares I could refraine , For her griefe so liuely showne , makes me thinke vpon my owne . O thought I thou monest in vaine , none takes pitty of thy paine : Senselesse trées they cannot héere thée : retchles birds they will not chéere thée , King anoy he is dead , and all thy friends are clad in lead , All thy fellow birds do sing , carelesse of thy sorrowing : While that fickle fortune smiled , thou and I were both beguiled : Euery one that flatters thée , is no ●●iend in misery , When that I was prodigall , bountifull they did me call : And with such flattering , pitty but I were a King , But when fortune chanced to frowne , then farewell thy high renown , He is thy friend and friend in deed , that stickes to thee in time of néed , When thou sorrowest he will weepe : when thou wakest he will not sleepe , Thus with euery grefe in heart , he with thée will beare a part . First entised by many wiles , and by fortunes fickle smiles : Griefe it is my chéefest song , sorrow to me doth belong , Still I waite and moane to see , my hard hap and misery . When all my money it was spent , no credit vnto me be lent : But straight they turnd me out of doore , to beg my bread among the poore . Thus fortune first on me did smile , and afterwards did me beguile , Wherefore I wish all youthes that see , to take war●●ng héere by mee . How that they follow Venus trace . feare least they come to great disgrace , For the like Syrens will them intice , and afterwards will them despise , FINIS .

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