The lovers dreame who sleeping, thought he did imbrace his love, which when he wak'd, did no such matter prove; yet afterwards her love he did enjoy, by sending a letter by a trusty young boy. To the tune of, I laid me downe to sleepe. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A06395 of text S120168 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 16864A). 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. 6 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 A06395 STC 16864A ESTC S120168 99855367 99855367 20857 2240939809

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A06395) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 20857) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 893:11) The lovers dreame who sleeping, thought he did imbrace his love, which when he wak'd, did no such matter prove; yet afterwards her love he did enjoy, by sending a letter by a trusty young boy. To the tune of, I laid me downe to sleepe. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. for I. W[right] dwelling in Gilt-spur street, Printed at London : [1633?] Printer's name from and publication date conjectured by STC. Verse - "As I was walking all alone,". In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The lovers dreame: who sleeping, thought he did imbrace his love, which when he wak'd, did no such matter prove; yet afterwards her love he did enjoy, [no entry] 1633 2 987 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Lovers Dreame : Who sleeping , thought he did imbrace his Love , Which when he wak'd , did no such matter prove ; Yet afterwards her Love he did enjoy , By sending a Letter by a trusty young Boy . To the tune of , I laid me downe to sleepe .

AS I was walking all alone , and musing in my minde , With many a sigh and grone , I studied how to find , Some dainty pleasant Theame , to write unto my Love , And I fell in a dreame , and marke how it did prove . I laid me downe to sléepe , thinking my Love lay by , But when I did awake , my dreame it prou'd a lye : I sweat , and I am cold , I fréeze , and am a fire ; I see , and cannot behold the thing that I most desire . Thus dreaming as I lay , me thought she smil'd on me , Which did increase my joy , such happinesse to sée : I spake unto my Love , and she did answer make : But so it did not prove , when as I did awake . Me thought I saw my Love , and with her I did stray , hard by a pleasant Grove , where we a while did stay . But time that swift doth goe , did run too suddenly : O time why didst thou so ? thou mad'st my Love to cry :

But when I saw her eyes , bedew'd with brinish teares , Then I did soone surmise her heart was struck with feares . And I did soone require some reason for to know : Her answer did admire my heart with joy and woe . Quoth she , I love thee deare , yet so I dare not say , Because I live in feare of my true Loves decay : My Father he is rich , and I his onely Heire , And he at me will grutch , to wed on 's poore and bare . Me thought I answer made , that I was yong and faire , And having Art and Trade , I bade her not take care . With that me thought she smil'd , and to me she did say ; My Love be reconcil'd , and I le be thine for aye . My mind was thus imploy'd , and yet I nothing do ; I thought I 'd got a Bride , but yet it was not so : Me thought I had my will , according to my mind , But I do want it still , my Love proves not so kind ▪
The second Part , To the same Tune .

THus sléeping still I lay , betwixt hope and despaire ; But at the breake of day , O then began my care : When as I did awake , and found it nothing so , Then for my true Loves sake , I did lament with woe . I cannot come my Love , to the place where thou art ; But I will write to thée , if thou wilt take my part , The complaint of my poore heart , receive it as you will : My Love may ease my smart , or she my heart may kill . My heart is not mine owne , nor I at liberty : All joyes are from me gone , alacke what remedy . I would I were in place , where my true Love doth rest , And then I would imbrace , the joyes that I like best . Would Jove would pleased be , for to transforme my shape , That I unknowne may see my Love , and so escape : And yet I would be seene of her , and none but she : And thus I would begin , Faire Lady , pitie me . But some perchance may say , that I my Love would fright , To those I answer , Nay , she is my hearts delight : Although I wish to change , my selfe in some mans hue , Yet I would not seeme strange , unto my Lover true . And if I find her coy , and grieved with vexation , Yet I with her will play , to gaine my expectation . Then happily she will consider of my woe : Thus I will use my skill , and glad to please her so . I would I had some Page , that would to me be true , In haste to run a voyage , that my true Love may view This Letter of my griefe , and send me some reply : If she yeeld no reliefe , alacke , then must I die . Then straight a Page he sent unto her hastily : At whose returne content was brought him speedily . When his true Love did view , his writing in such kind : Quoth she I will be true , and so my Loue shall find . O haste , thou little Page , make haste unto my Love , That death may cease his rage , and joyes may sorrowes move : And I my selfe will come , before the breake of day , When darknesse is begun , then I le steale hence away . My Father must not know , what you about do come : For if he should be so , my Love were quite undone . Therefore make haste againe , and save my true Loves life : I will release his paine , and prove his loving wife .
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Printed at London for I. W. dwelling in Gilt-spur street .