The honest vvooer his minde expressing in plaine and few termes, by which to his mistresse his love he confirmes. To the tune of, Lulling beyond her. Honest woer. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A15699 of text S102211 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 25973). 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 A15699 STC 25973 ESTC S102211 99838008 99838008 2365 2248554358

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A15699) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 2365) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1055:11) The honest vvooer his minde expressing in plaine and few termes, by which to his mistresse his love he confirmes. To the tune of, Lulling beyond her. Honest woer. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. [by E. Purslowe?] for F. Coules dwelling in the Old-Baily, Printed at London : [ca. 1635] An edition of: The honest woer. Verse - "Fairest mistresse, cease your moane,". In two parts; woodcuts at head of each part. Printer's name conjectured by STC: suggested publication date from STC. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The honest vvooer, his minde expressing in plaine and few termes, by which to his mistresse his love he confirmes. To the tune of, Lulling beyond her. [no entry] 1635 2 853 55 0 0 0 0 0 644.78 F The rate of 644.78 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 Honest Wooer , His minde expressing in plaine and few termes , By which to his Mistresse his love he confirmes . To the tune of , Lulling beyond her .

FAirest Mistresse , cease your moane , spoile not your eyes with weeping , For certainely if one be gone , you may have another swéeting : I will not complement with oathes , nor speake you faire to prove you , But save your eyes to mend your cloths for it is I that love you . I will not boast of substance great , wherewith I can endow you , Nor what apparell nor what meat , I 'm able to allow you ; You know 't is time that all things tries let then my affection moue you , And weepe no more but save your eyes , for it is I that love you . If I should say y' have golden haires , I should both lye and flatter , Why should I say thine eyes are stars , when there is no such matter ? Every like is not the same yet none I prize above you , To sigh so sore you are much to blame , for it is I that love you With courtly words I cannot court , like one whose tongue is filed , By subtill speakers in that sort , poore women are oft beguiled : I speake no more but what I meane , then doe as it doth behove you , And doe not waste your teares in vaine , for it is I that love you . You may , I know , have choice of men , that many wayes excell me , But yet in loue I passe all them , my conscience this doth tell me , Then let no riches buy my prise , nor flattering words remove you , To sigh and sob you are very vnwise , for it is I that love you . I am thy constant Pyramus , be thou my constant Thysbe , That such a match is made by us , let this a sealing kisse be , I neuer will reuoke my vow , nor déeme any Lasse above you , Then dearest leave your sorrow now , for it is I that love you . Now if you doe my love deny , and utterly refuse me , I will not say for love I le dye , in that you shall excuse me : Some say so , yet meane nothing lesse , but pitty I hope will move you , Not to put me to that distresse , for it is I that love you .
The second part ; Being an answer of the Maiden kinde , Correspondent to the plaine Young 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To the same tune .

AS the lost intant doth reioyce , when he hath found his Mother , So am I glad to heare the voyce of you my constant Lover : Beléeve me Harry if you will , since I so true doe prove you , Come when you will and welcome still for it is I that love you . I loved a false disloyall youth , which caus'd my thus lamentingus , For in his words there were no truth , but subtill circumuenting ; You use plaine dealing which is best , so still it doth behove you , And therefore set your heart at rest , for it is I that love you . And now henceforth I will give ore , to weepe for him that ieeres me , And his affection I le abhorre , for no true love he beares me , With you I will reioyce my deare , let no false tales remove you , Beléeve not every newes you heare , for it is I that love you . As Hypsocrats of Pontus Queene , did follow her Mithridates , Thorow uncouth woods & forrests gréen so nothing shall separate vs : I le circulate the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 nought shall ●or●… 〈◊〉 Thinke not that I 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for it is I that love you . Nor Lucrece nor 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shall be more 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Ere I le forsake 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ten thousand death 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 You need not to repee●… 〈◊〉 but let me true 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 And so we shall 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for it is I that love you . Iudge not amitie 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I yéeld to your 〈◊〉 Love is a thing 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 without any 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 You loue plaine 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 then why should 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Against my 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for it is I that love you . And thus with 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 this couple 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Parson 〈◊〉 the 〈◊〉 and then 't was 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I hope the loue 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 unto delight 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Each of them 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for it is I that love 〈◊〉 ▪

Printed at London for F. Coules , dwelling in the Old-Baily 〈◊〉 〈◊〉