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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A96960) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 173037) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2661:42) The wounded lover's lamentation to Silvia. To an excellent new tune, sung at court. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back., [London] : [between 1685 and 1688] Contains three illustrations. "This may be printed, R.P." Reproduction of original in: Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- London -- 17th century. eebo The wounded lover's lamentation to Silvia. To an excellent new tune, sung at court. This may be printed, R.P. [no entry] 1683 2 434 6 0 0 0 0 0 138.25 F The rate of 138.25 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2007-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-08 Sampled and proofread 2007-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Wounded Lover's Lamentation TO SILVIA . To an Excellent New Tune , Sung at Court .

This may be Printed ,

R. P.

YOU I love , ( by Jov● ) I do , More than all things here below ; With a passion full as great , As e'er Creature f●nc●ed yet : Silvia , since my Heaven thou a●t , Ease and Cure my wounded heart . Bid the Miser leave his Ore , Bid the wretched sigh no more ▪ Bid the Old be young agen ; Bid the Maids ne'er think of Men : Silvia , this when you can do , Bid me then not think of you . Love 's not a thing of Chance , but Fate , That makes me love , that makes you hate ; Silvia then do what you will , Ease or Cure , torment or kill : Be kind or Cruel , false or true , Love I must , and none but you .

Had I lov'd as others do , Only for an hour or two , Then there had a Reason bin , I should suffer sor my sin , But fair Silvia let me find My dear Mistress always kind . Love thou know'st with what a flame , I adore young Silvia's name ; Let me then some pity find , Shoot a Dart and change her mind : Change her till she pity me , And thy Votary I 'll be . On her gentle downy Breast , Let a sighing Lover rest , Twin'd within those tender Arms , Fetter'd by those pleasing Charms ; Then I will hereafter rest On the Pillows of her Breast . Thus you 'll show your power and Skill , Able both to save and kill ; But to kill has always bin Held a most notorious Sin ▪ For young Beauties which we love , Should be tender as the ●ove . In sweet Groves we 'll always dwell , With more Ioys than tongue can ●●●● ▪ There the wanton then we 'll play , Steal each others hearts away , Thus we will our Ioys renew ▪ And be constant and be true . Every Maiden which is fair , Should be gentle as the Air , When we to the power submit , To their Beauty and their Wit , Then their Charms will all men move , And will make them ever Love .

Printed for P. Brooksby , I. Deacon , I. Bla●e , I ▪ Back .