The bleeding lovers lamentation: or, Fair Clorindas sorrowful complaint for the loss of her unconstant Strephon. To the tune of, The ring of gold. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B01674 of text R5713 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing B3185). 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 B01674 13085697 Wing B3185 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[18] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[32] ESTC R5713 99890772 ocm99890772 183236 2248549229

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B01674) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183236) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:3[18]; A5:2[27]) The bleeding lovers lamentation: or, Fair Clorindas sorrowful complaint for the loss of her unconstant Strephon. To the tune of, The ring of gold. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare and J. Back, [London] : [between 1688-1692] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Item at A5:2[27] imperfect: trimmed and stained. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Love poetry, English -- England -- Early works to 1800. Songs, English -- England -- Texts -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. eebo The bleeding lovers lamentation: or, Fair Clorindas sorrowful complaint for the loss of her unconstant Strephon. To the tune of, The ring of gold. Lic anon 1692 1 451 1 0 0 0 0 0 22.17 C The rate of 22.17 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 Sampled and proofread 2008-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Bleeding Lovers Lamentation : OR , Fair Clorindas sorrowful Complaint for the loss of her Unconstant Strephon. To the Tune of , The Ring of Gold .

Licensed according to Order .

RAnging the silent shade seeking for Pleasure , I heard a fair young Maid weep out of measuree : Her curled locks the tore and often crying , Strephon whom I ador● is from me flying . Sure by some charming Saint he is deluded , While here in sad complaint I lye excluded From all the Ioys of love , and grief lye under . My sorrows to remove , heart break in sunder . O Strephon most unkind how could you leaue me . With a tormented mind , the which doth grieve me , Return , return again whom I admire , Or in tormenting pain I shall expire .

A Alas you little know how I lye bleeding , These melting tears that flow for me are pleading , Let them some pity find , do not destroy me ; I am to love inclin'd , let me enjoy thee . In vain this moan I make , he will not hear me , Altho' my heart should break he 'll not come near me ; But Violates the Laws of Lovers passion , What have I done to cause this seperation . None had my heart but he ever in keeping , This said immediately , she fell a weeping , Her hands as white as Snow , she wrung them , crying , Down to the shades below , my soul is flying . My last Farewel I 'll write and leave behind me , Since he for ruine quite thus hath design'd me , When he the same shall read , it may offend him ; A mournful life he 'll lead , grief may attend him . When he shall call to mind what Vows he made me , Seeming to love inclin'd 'till he betray'd me : This may his Soul enslave and cause his weeping , While in the silent Grave I shall lye sleeping . Death ease me of the smart which I lye under , And let this stubborn heart now break in sunder . Why should I live to feel loves flaming fire , Which I cannot conceal , let me expire . Once more her melting eyes like Fountains flowing And with relenting Crys , said she I'm going . Farewel thou perjur'd swain who from me parted , Thou hast a lover slain being hard hearted .

Printed for P. Brooksby , J. Deacon , J. Blare and J. Back .