As pleasant a dittie as your hart can wish, shewing what vnkindnes befell by a kisse. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B01194 of text S124266 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 6919). 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. 3 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 B01194 STC 6919 Interim Tract Supplement Guide Huth 50[64] 99892897 ocm99892897 182379 2240921132

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B01194) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182379) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:4[63]) As pleasant a dittie as your hart can wish, shewing what vnkindnes befell by a kisse. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for T. P[avier, At London : 1600?] Date of publication and publisher's name from STC. Verse: "My mistris sings none other song ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng English poetry -- 16th century. eebo As pleasant a dittie as your hart can wish, shewing what vnkindnes befell by a kisse. anon 1600 1 403 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-05 Sampled and proofread 2009-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
As pleasant a dittie as your hart can wish , Shewing what vnkindnes befell by a Kisse . MY Mistris sings none other song , but stil complains I do her wrong , Beleeue her not it is not so : For I did but kisse her , For I did but kisse her and so let her goe And now she swears I did : but what , Nay , nay , I must not tell you that And yet I will it is so sweet , as teehe taha , as teehe taha . when louers do méte . But womens words they are héedles , to tell you more it were néedles I ran and caught her by the arme , and then I kist her , and then I kist her , was this any harme . Yet out alas shée s angry still which sheweth but a womans will She bites the lippe , and cries fie fie , and kissing sweetly , and kissing sweetly , away she doth fly . Acteon for one sight did die , so for one sillie kisse must I : Vnwares fond loue did me betray When I gaue her vantage when I gaue her vantage and she fled away . She striued & wrangled ful sore with me and cryedst for shame let it be You doe me wrong to vse me so Therefore be quiet , Therefore be quiet and now let me goe . Yet still I held her by the hand her words could not my will withstand she fround , she pouted , she lookt sower and still I held her and still I held her , within my power . At last she gan for anger cry , and then my hart with griefe did die I could no longer her containe . But thus we parted But thus we parted vnto my great paine . And since when I with her do méete with words vnkind she doth me greet At me her wanton head she shakes . and as a stranger and as a stranger my fauours she takes . But yet her looks bewrayes content & cunningly her brawles are ment As Louers vse to play and sport , when time and leasure when time and leasure , is too too short . Finis .

At London printed for T. P.