[T]he true hearted l[over], or, A young-man sent a letter to his love to the tune of, I fancy none but thee alone. Trusswell, William. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A13985 of text S2937 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 24299.5). 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. 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 2017 A13985 STC 24299.5 ESTC S2937 29527955 ocm 29527955 27995 2240893420

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A13985) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 27995) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1859:24) [T]he true hearted l[over], or, A young-man sent a letter to his love to the tune of, I fancy none but thee alone. Trusswell, William. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed by R. Oulton for Iohn [Wright] t[he] younger, and are to be sold a[t his] shop in the Old-Baily, [London] : [1640?] Signed at end: William Trusswell. Right half of sheet contains: The second part, to the same tune, or, The kind maid[en]s answer. Imperfect: stained and wormholed, with loss of print. Bracketed information supplied from STC (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. A13985 S2937 (STC 24299.5). civilwar no [T]he true hearted l[over], or, A young-man sent a letter to his love to the tune of, I fancy none but thee alone. Trusswell, William 1640 2 936 24 0 0 0 0 0 256 F The rate of 256 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-10 Sampled and proofread 2007-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
the true hearted lover OR A Young-man sent a letter to his Love , Shewing to her his mind could not remove : But for true love he love againe doth crave , If false she prove , then he must to the Grave . To the Tune of , I fancy none but thee alone .

MY loving friend I doe commend my selfe most kindly unto you , Wishing your health your joy and wealth most like unto a Lover true , For Cupids dart , hath struck my heart and I no remedy can finde , Your love it is , the cause of this , therefore sweet Love proue not unkind . Your love so soone , my heart did wound that I no longer can forbeare . ●ill you my love , with it be mou'd , and that an answere I doe heare , I shall not rest , for I protest , that I doe love you as my heart , Therefore my deare , let love appeare , to love againe it is thy part . If thou should'st not what were my lot the time and day I should repent That ever my love , to thée I mou'd , my heart with sorrow ●●●ld be spent , Because my love , cannot remoue . but it will breede my deadly paine , Then swéet prove kind , that I may find , for love , fou●e love of thée againe . Or else my paine will still remaine , no joy nor comfort I can have . Vntill that death hath stopt my breath , and brought my body to the grave , Thy lovely lookes , are bayteing hookes , and they so fast have catcht my heart , That none but thée , can remedy , my griefe , my woe , my paine and smart . Séeing in thy hands , my life if stands , consider well my griefe and mone , If thou didst knowe , the griefe and woe , that I suffer for thée alone , Thy heart I thinke , if it were flint , it could not chuse but grant me love , For I love thée , most faithfully , and till I die I le not remoue . So Love adue , thy lover true , till he doth heare from thée againe , Praies for thy health , thy joy and wealth , hopeing thou will not bréed his paine , So I will pray both night and day the Lord to have thée in hi● 〈…〉 So till I heare , from thée my deare adue my love , and onely swéet 〈…〉
The second part ▪ To the same Tune . OR 〈…〉 kind Mai●… answer As true to thee as Hero to Leander , I le be thy love , thou shalt be my Commander , As in my answer plainely shall be showne , Let Hymen joyne , and then I am thy owne .

THankes love for thy commendations , unto me so kindly sent , I it receive with kind embracing , I 'le not breed thee discontent , Though Cupids shaft with a ful draught , did ayme aright and pierce thy heart , The wound I le cure I thée assure . and ease thee of that grievous smart . If it be I thy heart have wounded , 't was a thing to me unknowne , Be not then in sorrowes drowned , for ver that vowed to vs thy owne , But rest in peace , let love increase , I will thée love while I have breath , I will not part , from thée sweet heart , untill that I am forc'd by death . Thy lot 's according to thy wishing , to repent thou hast no cause , With kind embraces and with hissing , I will kéep God Cupids Lawes , Ere false I l'e prove , to thée my love or doe thée wrong by day or night , I rather chuse , my life to loose , then wrong my love and hearts delight . 〈…〉 paine I 'le strive to ease thée , 〈…〉 t love good comfort take , 〈…〉 ●ight shall be to please thée , I 'le dye ere I will thée forsake , But unto thée as true I 'le be , as is the Turtle to his mate , Whilst life thou hast , my love is plat'st , If life thou loose , my life I le hate . Thy plaints and moane I have regarded , my hand and heart be ever thine . I have thy love with love rewarded , as thy hand and heart is mine , So shall it rest , within my brest , I 'le entertainment give unto it , I 'le it relieve , I 'le not it grieve ; I 'le ●ather lose my life then doe it . So with my love and true affection , I doe now my love commend , Vnto the hands and the protection , of him that doth all blessings send , And so I end , thy loving friend , hath now her love to thée made knowne In hymens bands , let us joyne hands , and then my love I am thine owne .
FINIS . William Trusswell .

Printed by R. Oulton , for Iohn 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 younger , and are to be sold 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shop in the Old-Baily 〈…〉