Good luck at last, or, The Art of scorning discovered This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A41404 of text R31083 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing G1051). 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. 4 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 A41404 Wing G1051 ESTC R31083 11771465 ocm 11771465 48874 2240857940

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A41404) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 48874) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1485:2) Good luck at last, or, The Art of scorning discovered 1 broadside : ill. Printed for P. Brooksby ..., London : [between 1672 and 1695] Caption title. Imprint date suggested by Wing. Illustrated with woodcuts. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University Library. eng eebo Good luck at last: or, The Art of scorning discovered. Tune of, Ah Jenny Gin, &c. [no entry] 1670 1 469 67 0 0 0 0 0 1428.57 F The rate of 1428.57 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-11 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Good Luck at last : OR , The Art of Scorning discovered . Tune of , Ah Jenny Gin , &c.
Alex●s . HOw long Elisa ●●a●l I mourn and sigh to you 〈…〉 How long do you design to scorn , and 〈…〉 e dere remain Shall 〈◊〉 no power have to free me from this wound I bear ? Nor 〈◊〉 to drown my misery ? ye gone must I despair ? Elisa . In vain Alexis you pretend to own Elisa's heart , You 〈◊〉 your t 〈…〉 do speak , for 〈◊〉 augment your 〈◊〉 : Then Cordial Admonition take , in time your suit give o'er ▪ Draw in those rains which are too slack , resolve to love no more . Alexis . Command the torrent of the Sea , its head-long course to stay . Or make fierce Tempests calm to be , when those you do obey : Then I 'le resolve to court no more , for I 'le pren 〈…〉 〈◊〉 prove , I 'le leave the 〈◊〉 I adore , and quite relinquish love .

Elisa . Ami●a● now my heart doth own , he now enjoys that 〈◊〉 . To him it doth belong alone , nothing can 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 : Hence therefore held Usu● 〈…〉 , if good wordes can 〈…〉 〈…〉 ll , I this experiment fill 〈◊〉 ▪ severer usage shall . Alexis . All will not do ; for I will take to my last sigh ' 〈◊〉 〈…〉 ▪ Nought my hot passion can remove but the cold hand of death ▪ Death , who 〈…〉ed 〈◊〉 appear , when e're Alexis please ▪ This fatal Sword shall fetch him here ▪ my second 〈◊〉 for ease . To thee ( O Cupid ) I must make my self a sacrifice . A purer 〈◊〉 you ne'r did take into eternal bliss : Sword , now thy dreadful point appear , to strike Alexis dead , And send his soul exempt from care to its celestial bed . Elisa . Hold , hold my dear that impious hand , this bloody Scene remove , Let Death avaunt at the command of my all conquering love : Long since you did ●●●●ain my heart , though always I 〈…〉'd coy , Though I ●o 〈…〉 had the art , you 〈◊〉 was 〈…〉 Alexis , Charm me Elisa 〈◊〉 that voice tell thee to 〈…〉 love , Tell them that 〈…〉 have joys as great as 〈…〉 Come dear 〈◊〉 , come apace , fly to my longing arms . Let us injoy while time and place invites each others charms . FINI●

LONDON , Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden Ball near the Hospital gate in West Smithfield .