A Louers lamentation to his faire Phillida This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A06394 of text S5120 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 16864A.3). 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 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A06394 STC 16864A.3 ESTC S5120 38160677 ocm 38160677 29290 2240914594

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A06394) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 29290) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1932:4) A Louers lamentation to his faire Phillida 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. by G.P., Printed at London : [ca. 1627] Date of publication from STC (2nd ed.). Contains one woodcut illustration. Imperfect: cropped and stained. Reproduction of original in: Pepys Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. eebo A louers lamentation to his faire Phillida. To new tune. [no entry] 1627 3 452 4 0 0 0 0 0 88.5 D The rate of 88.5 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 2002-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-12 Sampled and proofread 2002-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Louers Lamentation to his faire Phillida . To new Tune .
MY Philida , 〈◊〉 , Loue , And euermore farewell : I must gee séeke a new Loue , Yet will I ring her knell . Ding dong , ding dong , ding dong , My Phillida is dead : I le sticke a branch of Willowes At my farie Phillis head . Our bridall bed was made , But my faire Phillida , Instead of ●●lken shade , She now lyes wrapt in clay . Ding dong , &c. Her corps shall be attended With Nymphes in rich array , Till Obsequies be ended , And my Loue wrapt in clay . Ding dong , &c. Her Hearse it shall be carried ▪ With them which doe excell : And when that she is buried , Thus will I will ring her knell . Ding dong &c. I le decke her Tomb with flowres The rarest that ere was séene : And with my teares as showres , I le kéepe them fresh and gréene . Ding dong ▪ &c. In stead of fairest flowres , Set forth by curious Art , Her picture shall be painted In my distressed heart . Ding dong , &c. And euer shall be written , And after shall be said , True loue is not forgotten , Though Phillda be dead . Ding dong , &c. Now euer will I dwell Where my True-Loue doth lye : And in some darksome Cell , There will I pine and dye . Ding dong , &c. In Sable will I mourne , The blacke shall be my wéed , Ah me , I heare some talke , That Phillida is dead . Ding dong , &c. A garland shall be framed , By Art and Natures skill , With sundry other flowres , In taken of good will . Ding dong , &c. With sundry coloured 〈◊〉 , As much I will bestow : They s●●●ld be black and yellow , In token of my woe . Ding ding , &c. True Louers be not scanting With teares to make me mourne , Since Phillida is wanting , And all my ioyes are gone . Ding dong , &c. She was my onely True-Loue , My heart can witnesse well : Wherefore , in signe I loue her , Once more I le wring her knell . Ding dong , ding dong , ding dong , My Phillida is dead , I le sticke a branch of Willowes At my faire Phillis head . FINIS .

Printed at London by G. P.