Loues solace; or The true lovers part, & in his conclusion he shews his constant heart He still doth praise her for her beauty rare, and sayes there's none with her that can compare. To a new court tune called the Damaske rose. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A08968 of text S119371 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 19252). 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. 7 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 A08968 STC 19252 ESTC S119371 99854578 99854578 20005 2240943928

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08968) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 20005) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1607:18) Loues solace; or The true lovers part, & in his conclusion he shews his constant heart He still doth praise her for her beauty rare, and sayes there's none with her that can compare. To a new court tune called the Damaske rose. M. P. (Martin Parker), d. 1656? 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. printed for Francis Grove, on Snow-hill, London : [1632] Signed: M. P., i.e. Martin Parker. Publication date from STC. Verse - "The damaske rose nor lilly faire,". In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Loues solace; or The true lovers part, & in his conclusion he shews his constant heart. He still doth praise her for her beauty rare, and sayes there' M. P. 1632 2 1059 1 0 0 0 0 0 9.44 B The rate of 9.44 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 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
Loues Solace ; OR The true lovers part , & in his conclusion he shews his constant heart . He still doth praise her for her beauty rare , And sayes there 's none with her that can compare . To a new Court tune called the Damaske Rose .

THe Damaske Rose nor Lilly faire , the Couslip nor the Pancy , With my true Loue cannot compare , for beauty loue and fancy , She doth excell the rarest Dame , in all the world that may be , Which makes me thus extoll her fame , so sweet is the Lasse that loues me . If I should speake of my true Loue , as I am bound in dnty ; She doth surpasse the gods aboue , in each degree for beauty , Iuno , Pallas , nor Venus faire , shine not so bright and louely , Ther 's none with her that may compare , so sweet is the Lasse that loues me . When first I saw her péerelesse face , I did admire her beauty , And I did séeke with heart and voyce , to offer her all duty , Which willingly she did accept , so kind and louing was she , Which makes me thus with all respect , say sweet is the Lasse that loues me . Mars though he be the god of warre , could not so deepely wound me , As Cupi● with a little skarre , which I haue plainely showne you , Boreas with all his blustring stormes , never pierst so sorely : Cupids Arrowes pricke like thornes , so sweet is the Lasse that loues me . For her swéet sake I le vndertake , any thing she requireth , To sayle the Seas like Captaine Drake , whose deeds there 's some admireth What ever she commands is done , so much her loue doth moue me , She is a precious Paragon , so sweet is the Lasse that loues me . Bright Cinthia in her rich Robes , my Loue doth much resemble , whose beautious beams such rares affords that makes my heart to tremble , Yet is the Saint so chast so rare , which vnto fancy moues me , And makes my ioyes without compare , so sweet is the Lasse that loues me . Diana and her Darlings deare , that lived in woods and vallies : And spent her time so chast and rare , she with no mankind dallies : Yet is she not more chast than my Loue , I hope none can disproue me , O no my mind shall nere remoue , so sweet is the Lasse that loues me . Swéet Loue adieu I pray be true , and thinke of what is spoken , Change not thy old friend for a new , let not thy vow he broken , Swéet Loue I leaue thée for this time , for so it doth behoue me , But still my heart doth me combine , to say sweet is the Lasse that loues me .
The second part , To the same Tune . The Maidens kind answer wherein she doth agree , That he shall be her Loue , and none but onely he .

MY loue , my life , my ducke my deare , now will I yeeld vnto thee , All thou hast said I well did heare , and now thy words doth moue me , For to reply in answer kind , and so thy selfe shall proue me , I will not change like to the wind , so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee . Be thou my louely Pyramus , I le be thy constant Thysbe , And I am now resolved thus , never to displease thee . True loue surpasseth Craesus gole , t is not thy wealth that moues me , Hereafter let my loue be bold , and say sweet is the Lasse that loues me . I le proue as chast vnto my Loue , as euer could be any , No fond inticements me shall moue , although I am vrged to many , I will indure for ever kind , as it doth best behoue me , A truer Mate thou shalt not find , so sweet is the Lasse that loves thee . My daily care shall alwaies be , onely for to delight thée , And I my selfe still will be she that shall with ioyes vnite thee , I will shine bright at noone and night , if I may so content thée , Like Cinthia I will shine bright , vnto the Lad that loues me . Doe not despaire my onely deare , let not vaine thoughts torment thée , Of my true heart haue thou no feare , nor doe not thou absent me , I will remaine for ever sure , though I a while did prooue thée , Till death depart I le thine indure , so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee . No gold nor gaine shall me obtaine , to fancy any other , All those that seeke my Loue to gaine , their wishes I doe smother , I answer them vnto their kind , for so it doth behoue me , I will not change like to the wind , so sweet is the Lasse that loues thee . So Loue adieu I pray be true , I am thine owne for ever , The next time that I méet with you , Wée le not so soone dissever , Although we part I leaue my heart , with him that dearely loues me , T is Hymens bands must ease my smart , and I am the Lasse that loues thee . O my sweet loue and onely deare , thou hast renued my pleasure , Thou in my sight dost more appeare than any earthly treasure ; I doe reioyce much in my choyce , and so it doth behoue me , I le sing thy praise with heart and voice . so sweet is the Lasse that loues me .
M. P. FINIS .

London Printed for Francis Groue , on Snow-hill .