The Discontented Lady: a new song much in request. To a new tune much in request at court and the play-house. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B02818 of text R227525 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D2719D). 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 B02818 Wing D2719D Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[12] 99887387 ocm99887387 182098 2240882532

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B02818) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182098) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[12]) The Discontented Lady: a new song much in request. To a new tune much in request at court and the play-house. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for C[harles]. Bates, at the White Hsrt in West-smithfield., [London] : [1690?] Publisher's name, place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "How vile are the sordid intreagues of the town ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The Discontented Lady: a new song much in request. To a new tune much in request at court and the play-house. anon 1690 1 536 0 0 0 20 0 0 3731.34 F The rate of 3731.34 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Discontented Lady : A New SONG much in Request . To a New Tune much in Request at Court and the Play-House . I. How vile are the sordid Intreagues of the Town , cheating and lying perpetually sway , From the blue cap to the politick gown , a plotting and sotting they wast the day ; All their Discourse is of Foreign Affairs , The French and the Wars Is always their Cry ; Marriage alas ! is declining , And I a poor Virgin lye pining , a Curse of their Jarring , what Luck have I. II. I thought a young Trader by ogling Charms , into my Conjugal Fetters to bring . I planted my snare too , for one that lov'd Arms , but found his Design was another thing . From the Court Province down to the dull Cits , Both Cullies and Wits , Of Marriage are shye ; Great are the Sins of the Nation , A Shame of the wretched Occasion , a curse of the Monsieurs , what Luck have I. III. A Counsellor promis'd to give me a Fee , and sworehe would make me a Lady of Sport But I was resolv'd not a Harlot to be , if he could have made me Lass of the Court. When that he saw how I was inclin'd , And what I design'd , He made meReply , Virgins alas ! are too cruel , Oh! be kind to me , my dear Jewel , a curse of your whining I then did cry . IV. The next a young Seaman , of Honour and Fame , he daily contrived my Love for to win ; And swore if he could but my Favour obtain , great Treasure & Riches unto me he 'd bring : But when he saw that I would not yield , Unto him the Field , Unless he would wed ; He stood like a Man was inchanted , Sure never was Seaman so daunted , because I refus'd him my Maiden-head . V. Of late a young Scholar from Oxford did come , whom for a Husband I thought to intrap ; But I did find him too hard to be won , which makes me complain at my cruel mishap : All Men alike of Marriage are shye , Which makes me to cry , A Shame of them all ! Thus to leave Wedlock declining , And I a poor Virgin lye pining ; when that my Request it is but so small . VI. The Counsellor , Soldier , and Country-man too , daily from Tavern to Coffee-House go ; There they do plot and contrive what to do , which makes my poor Heart be so full of Woe : They talk of Religion , though little they have ; But how to live brave , They always do strive , And leave a poor Virgin complaining , While they their Designs are obtaining , Sure there is no honest Men scarce alive .

Printed for C. Bates , at the White Hart in West-smithfield .