The conquering virgin: or, The maiden triumph; to an excellent new air. The may be printed R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02349 of text R227493 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C5894). 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 B02349 Wing C5894 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[2] 99887362 ocm99887362 182088 2240887069

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02349) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182088) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[2]) The conquering virgin: or, The maiden triumph; to an excellent new air. The may be printed R.P. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [1690?] Place of publication and publisher's name and date from Wing. Verse: "We all to conquering beauty bow ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The conquering virgin: or, The maiden triumph: to an excellent new air. The may be printed R.P. anon 1690 1 463 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. 2008-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The conquering Virgin : OR , The Maiden Triumph ; To an excellent new Air.

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I. WE all to Conquering Beauty bow , it 's pleasing Powers admire ; But I ne'er saw a Face till now , that like yours could inspire ; Now I may say I met with one , amazes all Mankind ; And like Men gazing on the Sun , with too much light am blind . II. Soft as the tender moving sighs , when longing Lovers meet ; Like the Divining Prophets Wife , and like blown Roses sweet ; Majestick gay , reserv'd yet free each happy Night a Bride ; A Mean like awful Majesty , and yet no spark of Pride . III. The Patriarch to gain a Wife chast , beautiful and young ; Serv'd fourteen years a painful life , and never thought it long ; And were I to reward such Care , and life so long would stay , Not fourteen , but four hundred years , and think it as one day . IV. Thy Virgin-Innocence does move Diana's beauteous Train ; And make them both admire and Love like some resistless swain : I had resolv'd no charming Art should e'er my mind subdue , But Strephon's tender yielding Heart , owns Cupid's Power in you . V. As when the Indian first does spy the dawning of the Fight It Captivates his wondring Eye so charming is the sight , But as the morning grows more bright , his pleasure still encrease , Untill the sullen sable night , do's cause those Joys to cease . VI. Let us upon soft silken Flowers enjoy our bloom and prime , And sweetly pass away those hours , that glide away with Time ; The light-foot minuits will not stay , and Lovers hours are few ; My fairest then do not delay , but give great Love his Due . VII . Thy Blushes and each charming Grace , that can so sweetly please , And all the Beauties of thy Face were made for Lovers Ease ; To recompence that restless Pains , those Torments and those Fears , Those Sighs , ( of which we all complain ) in our most happy years . VIII . Then fairest Nymph let Strephon find the Pleasures of thy Arms , Be like a beauteous Goddess kind , and yield me all thy Charms ; The Pleasures of the Gods above , I will not envy then , Such are the mighty Joys of Love , ordain'd for Happy Men.

Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner .