Cupid's court of equity. The scornful lady quickly took, while she her love disdain'd: she was prick'd down in Cupid's book, his vassal she remain'd. Tune of, When first I bid my love good-morrow. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02542 of text R228100 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing C7599). 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. 4 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 B02542 Wing C7599 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[57] 99887631 ocm99887631 183255 2248541910

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B02542) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183255) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[46]) Cupid's court of equity. The scornful lady quickly took, while she her love disdain'd: she was prick'd down in Cupid's book, his vassal she remain'd. Tune of, When first I bid my love good-morrow. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball, near the Hospital-gate, in West-Smithfield, [London] : [between 1680-1685] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "When first I bid my love good morrow ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Cupid (Roman deity) -- Early works to 1800. Love poetry, English -- England -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo Cupid's court of equity. The scornful lady quickly took, while she her love disdain'd: she was prick'd down in Cupid's book, his vassal she remain'd. anon 1685 1 546 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. 2008-06 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
CUPIDS COURT of EQUITY . The scornful Lady quickly took , While she her love Disdain'd : She was prick'd down in Cupids Book , His Vassal she remain'd . Tune of , When first I bid my Love Good-Morrow .

WHen first I bid my Love good morrow , with tear in Eye , and hand on breast ; My heart was even drown'd in sorrow , and I poor soul was much opprest . The glances from her Eye so darted , I her captive soon was made ; The Prisoner took was broken-hearted , this I find is Cupids Trade . All my reason then was banish'd . and I left in Captivity : My hop'd for joys were quickly vanish'd , by the Lightning of her Eye . All my hopes at once were blasted , by one seeming scornful look : The joys I hop'd for to have tasted , had no Record in Cupids Book . I sigh'd , I groun'd just like a Lover , ready just for to depart ; And had no hopes for to recover . for she , Oh she had broke my heart . Away I went without her smiling , which was worse then death to me : And Cupid was me then beguiling of my Life and Liberty .

BUt when she see that I absented , almost melted into Tears , By Love sick case she then lamented , and like my self was fill'd with fears . Alas , quoth she , am I so cruel , as to let this Lover dye ? Or to his flames to add such fuel , as makes his heart to scorch and fry , A Balsome then I will provide him , shall effect a perfect cure ; And in my bosome I will hide him , he shall not these pains indure . My thinks I feel my self relenting , and in tears I almost melt : Now do I grieve at his tormenting , I now feel the pains he felt . None can indure this bitter anguish , which at this time I do feel : For want of him I grieve , I languish , none but he my wounds can heal . Let not your beauty make you peevish , you that nature made so fair : For mens as womens eyes are thievish , love commands or breeds dispair . At first too strangely I did slight him , whom I now so much adore : He is the Man I do delight in , and now will do for evermore . His sighs and groans shall be requited , with a shoure of brackish tears : And my senses are benighted , fill'd with storms of dreads and fears . Oh come again before my soreow brings me to the brink of Death , I cannot hope to see to morrow , except you come to save my breath . Then come & take thy conquest quickly I am ready to depart : Just at this moment I am sickly , thou hast won my tender heart . FINIS .

Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden-ball , near the Hospital-Gate , in West-smith-field .