Fond loue why dost thou dally: or, The passionate louers ditty in praise of his loue thats faire and witty. To the tune of The mocke widdow. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A06384 of text S120578 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 16855). 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. 13 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 3 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A06384 STC 16855 ESTC S120578 99855774 99855774 21276 2240864866

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A06384) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 21276) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 845:19) Fond loue why dost thou dally: or, The passionate louers ditty in praise of his loue thats faire and witty. To the tune of The mocke widdow. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. [by A. Mathewes] for Francis Coules, Printed at London : [ca. 1630] In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Printer's name and estimated publication date from STC. Verse - "Fond loue why dost thou dally,". Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Fond loue why dost thou dally: or, The passionate louers ditty, in praise of his loue thats faire and witty. To the tune of The mocke widdow. [no entry] 1630 6 2051 1 0 0 0 4 0 199.9 F The rate of 199.9 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-07 Sampled and proofread 2002-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-08 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Constant Lover . Who his affection will not move , Though he live not where he love . To a Northerne tune called , Shall the absence of my Mistresse .

YOu loyall Lovers that are distant , from your Swéet hearts many a mile , Pray come helpe me at this instant , in mirth to spend away the while , In singing swéetly and compleately , in commendation of my love , Resolving ever to part never , though I live not where I love . My love shee 's faire and also vertuous , God grant to me she may prove true . Then there is naught but death shall part us , and I le ne're change her for a new , And though the fates my fortunes hates , and me from her doe farre remove , Yet I doe vow still to be true , though &c. My constancy shall ne're be falling , whatsoe're beside me here , Of her vertue I le be telling , be my biding farre or néere , And though blind fortune prove uncertaine , from her presence me to remove , Yet I le be constant every instant , though &c. Though our bodies thus are parted , and asunder many a mile , Yet I vow to be true hearted , and be faithfull all the while ; Though with mine eye I cannot spye , for distance great my dearest Loue , My heart is with her altogether , though &c. When I sléepe I doe dreame on her , when I wake I take no rest , But euery moment thinke upon her , she 's so fixed in my brest , And though farre distance may be assistance , from my mind her loue to moue , Yet I will neuer our loue disseuer , though &c. To thinke upon the amarous glances , that haue béene betwixt us twaine , My constancy and loue aduances , though from her presence I remaine , And makes the teares with groanes & feares , from watery eyes and heart to moue , And sighing say both night and day , alas I liue &c.
The second part , to the same Tune ,

I To her will be like Leander , if Hero like shée'le prove to me , For her sake through the would I le wander , no desperate danger I will flée , And into the Seas with little ease , the mountains great themselves shal move , Ere saith I breake , let me ne're speake , though &c. Penelope shall be unconstant , and Diana prove unchaste , Venus to Vulcan shall be constant , and Mars farre from her shall be plac't , The blinded boy no more shall toy , with Arrowes keene lovers to move , Ere false I be sweet-heart to thee , though &c. The Birds shall leave their Airy region , the fishes in the aire shall fly , All the world shall be at one religion , all liuing things shall cease to dye , Al things shal change to shapes most strange , before that I disloyall proue , Or any way my loue decay , though &c. If you lines doe come before her , or doe deigne to touch her hand , Tell her that I doe adore her , aboue all Maidens in the land , Remaining still at her good will , and alwayes to her loyall proue , Tell death with dart doe strike my heart , though &c. And tell my mistresse that a Louer , that loues perfect image beares , As true as loue it selfe doe loue her . witnesse his farre fetcht sighes and teares , Which forth he groanes with bitter moanes , and from his troubled breast he moues , And day nor night takes no delight , because &c. So with my duty to her commended , her loyall seruant I le be still . Desiring I may be befriended , with loue againe for my good will , And with that she as true may be , as I to her will constant proue , And night and day I still will pray , and wish I may liue where I loue
P. L. FINIS .

London Printed for Henry Gosson .

Fond Loue why dost thou dally : OR , The passionate Louers Ditty , In praise of his Loue that s faire and witty . To the tune of The mocke Widdow .

FOnd Loue why dost thou dally , And mocke my passions with thy disdaine ? there is no blisse , where coynesse is , Seeke not thy pleasure in my paine : But let the chast torments of my desire , Kindle in thee propitious fire : So shall the pleasures of thy swéet imbraces , Conquer the griefe of my former disgraces , Then those stormes past , shall mercie appeare , And thou of cruelty goe quit and cleare . If not , thou art accused , For being a lure of my griefe and care , for from thy sight , comes my delight , Thy frowne onely procures despaire : But in thy smiles there dwell eternall ioyes , Which from my heart all flouds of woes destroies , Then be not thou obdurate vnto me , Séeing thou art my chiefe felicity : Thou séest how passionate I am for thée , O then grant Loue , forgetting cruelty . Swéet loue thou art my goddesse . To whom my heart I soly dedicate , then morele send , to me thy friend , My sad griefe to abreulate : Then shall I praise thy goodly tresses , Shining like gold as all the Gods confesses , And eke the splendor of thy comely face , Which doth so well thy compleat body grace , As thou appear'st like Cynthia in her spheare , Or like Apollo in the dayes bright chaire .
The second part To the Same tune . O how I am astonish't , To view the nature of my true loue , thy sweet face , and comely grace , World in an Angel envy moue , Thy eyes giue luster these shadowes ore-spread , And thy swéet language would waken the dead , The musicke of the spheeres is but a dull noise When we shall heare thee , in thy sweetest voyce , Curious wondors within thee doe shine , Which doe perswade me that thou art diuine . Iuno the Queene of glory , Cannot come neare thee for thy vertuous grace : thou art more faire , in beauty rare , And dost deserue as well that place , Wherein loues darling in her glory moues , Thy hands farre whiter then faire Venus Doues , And thou thy selfe compleate in each degree , Upon thy forehead dwels rare Maiestie : Thou art indeed a lamye of heauenly wonder . And for thy vertues keepst all creatures vnder . All earthly ioyes and pleasures Are to be had in thy society , Lorina's name , deserues true fame , She is indued with pietie , Fairer she is by 〈◊〉 then rocks of pearle . loue till this time nere saw a brauer Girle , The Phenix mate maked not a gayer show , Nor yet the Lillies on the banke of Poe , She is indeed the mirror of our age , And with Ioues Queene may walk in equipage . Wherefore should I dally then , To court this glory , and to imbrace , euen in thee , all blisse I see , Liuely depainted in thy fare , Come then le ts dally , and to the wanton ayre , Change loues delightments , so shall we declare Our loues by our kisses , whist I nothing fearing Breath my best wish , in my wisht beauties hearing Which when I haue done thy captius I le be , Yet thinke I haue a glorious liberty . Come then , come my Lorina , And yeeld that treasure , which who so knowes , knowes a blisse , by which he is Eternally exempt from woes , Should loue himselfe enuy at our best delight , These ioyes wee le enioy still in enuies despight Nay should his anger descend so vpon me , As my Lorina to rauish thee from me , I le flye in my fury as high as his spheare , And snatch thee from his armes or perish there . Come then let me enioy thee

Printed at London for Francis Coules .

FINIS .
A New Ditty : Of a Lover , tost hither and th ther , That cannot speake his mind when they are together . To the Tune of , Hide Park .

ALas I am in love , and cannot speake it , My mind I dare not move , nor nere can break it , She doth so farre excell all and each other , My mind I cannot tell , when we are together . But I le take heart to me , I will reveale it , I le try her constancy , I le not conceale it , But alas , but alas I doe consider , I cannot breake my mind , When &c. Her loving lookes and smiles , hath to bewitch't me , Her vertue me beguiles , she hath inricht me , Shée 's so faire , shée 's so rare , her due to give her , Makes me I cannot speake , when &c. Our oft frequented iests , are turn'd to earnest , In ' thnight I cannot rest , for loves severenesse , It hath turn'd , it hath burn'd , my heart for ever . Alas I cannot speake , when &c. Like to the foolish Flies , too long I have dallyed With her bright glistering eyes , my Fort shee th sallied That I have scorcht my wings , and heart for ever , Alas &c. Her presence is my ioy . her want my sadnesse , When I her face enioy , I am turn'd to gladnesse , And with our compeny may last for ever . but yet I &c.
The second part , to the same Tune

I Thinke she loves me well , but I nere broke it , I am sure I love her well , though I nere spoke it , And my love to her shall prove , constant for ever , Although &c. Suppose she loves me not , or loves another , Too much yet care I not , still I will love her , And doe vow to be true , and faithful for ever , Although &c. I will doe the best I can , I le strive to please her , I will doe any thing , whereby to ease her . Ouer Sea I will flée , swimme like Leander , Before I le loose her love , through the world I le wander . And I le doe much more too , if shée'le command it , If 't be to lose my life , I le not gaine stand it , But alas , but alas , I doe consider , I cannot speake my mind when &c. The more I strive to hide , the more it shameth , These paines I cannot bide , my wits it lameth . And if it hidden be , will burne for euer , Unlesse I speake my mind , when &c. I thinke t were good I tride , and went to proue her , And lay all feare aside , stoutly to moue her , But when I am going to speake , my tongue doth quiver , And will not breake my mind , when we are together . Peter Lowberry .
FINIS .

Printed at London for Edward Wright dwelling neere Christs Church gate