Constant Coridon; or, Coy Clorinda's unspeakable cruelty. To an excellent new tune: Or, See yonder she swims, &c. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02357 of text R227549 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C5941). 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 B02357 Wing C5941 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[19] 99887397 ocm99887397 182105 2240882247

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02357) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182105) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[19]) Constant Coridon; or, Coy Clorinda's unspeakable cruelty. To an excellent new tune: Or, See yonder she swims, &c. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, J[onah]. Deacon, J[osiah]. Blare, and J[ohn]. Back, [London] : [between 1688-1692] Publishers' names, date and place of publication from Wing. Verse: "One morning in pleasant weather ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Constant Coridon: or, Coy Clorinda's unspeakable cruelty. To an excellent new tune: Or, see yonder she swims, &c. Licensed according to order. anon 1692 1 484 0 0 0 10 0 0 2066.12 F The rate of 2066.12 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 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
Constant Coridon ; OR , Coy CLORINDA's unspeakable Cruelty . To an Excellent New Tune : Or , See yonder she Swims , &c.

Licensed according to Order .

1. ONe Morning in pleasant weather , a Heavenly sight was seen , Young Goddesses met together , upon a Delightful Green , On Lutes they were sweetly playing Which then did most pleasant prove , I felt in an hours staying , the violent flames of Love . 2. No Minnaway Dance , or Boree , was ever so sweet a strain , Now while I beheld the Glory of Flora's delightful Train , My sences was soon surrounded , these Eyes I could not remove , Untill my poor heart was wounded , with Violent shames of Love . 3. Clorinda the sweetest Creature , on her did I fix my Eyes , Whilst viewing each Charminging feature , my sences she did surprise , For ever I will adore her , I swear by the powers above , I 'll honour no Nimph before her , if that she will grant me Love . 4. Then coming with all submission , unto my sweet Charming Saint , Delivering my Petition , With sorrowful sad Complaint , Desiring she 'd behold me , who ever would Loyal prove , With Angry frowns she told me , She never did mean to Love . 5. With Languishing heart I waited , to Conquor and win the field ; And every truth related , my Passion I ne'er conceal'd : Then proffering to advance her , if that she would constant prove , But straight she return'd this Answer , she never did mean to Love . 6. Her Conquering Eyes hath wounded my innocent melting heart , In sorrow I am surrounded , I never felt greater smart , When ever I chance to meet her , and tell her I 'll Loyal prove , She frowns when I do intreat her , and vows she will never love . 7. She 's fled to the Shades and left me , by Conquering Beauty slain , Of Glory and Joy bereast me , true Love is a killing pain , My Heart it is wrack'd in sunder , no pity that Saint will move , Distraction I here lye under , by violent flames of Love . 8. I find her both Coy , and Cruel , which Tortours me day and night , Yet I must adore that jewel , although she distroys me quite , My fancy can no ways waver , for ever I 'll Loyal prove And dye if I may not have her , by violent flames of Love .

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