An excellent new song, call'd, The languishing swain: or, The hard-hearted shepherdess. To a pleasant new play-tune. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03185 of text R227631 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing E3822). 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 B03185 Wing E3822 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[62] 99887441 ocm99887441 182148 2248539293

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03185) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182148) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[62]) An excellent new song, call'd, The languishing swain: or, The hard-hearted shepherdess. To a pleasant new play-tune. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for J[osiah]. Blare, at the sign of the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge., [London] : [1685?] Place and date of publication and publisher's name from Wing. Verse: "Happy's the man that's free from love ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo An excellent new song, call'd, The languishing swain: or, The hard-hearted shepherdess. To a pleasant new play-tune. Licensed according to order. anon 1685 1 429 1 0 0 30 0 0 7016.32 F The rate of 7016.32 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An Excellent New SONG , Call'd , The Languishing Swain : Or , The Hard-hearted SHEPHERDESS . To a pleasant New Play-Tune .

Licensed according to Order .

HAppy 's the Man that 's free from love , He 'll range the Woods and shady Grove , He 'll neither mind the Great nor small , But a good Condition's best of all . My only Care was how to keep From cruel Woolves my Harmless Sheep ; Although from Woolves my Sheep I kept , None could my heart from love protect . There 's ne'r a one upon the Plain , That loves like me poor harmless Swain , But now I find unto my cost , He that loves best shall suffer most . No Swain there is that sure be So wretched in their love as me , For Love I loose Lambs , Life , and all , And yet can gain no love at all . O cruel Gods what have I done , That I must be despis'd alone ; There is no Swain that I can find Tormented thus by Woman-kind ? My love I made to her alone , Yet did she never mind my moan : I beg'd , I sigh'd , and often cry'd For pity , but she still deny'd . When I beheld her on the Green , She seem'd to me like beauties Queen , My heart was wounded then with love , And I the pain cannot remove . When I of love to her do speak , She flouts ; this makes my heart to break ; One smile I beg she turns her head . With frown● , that strikes me almost dead . Till now I ne'r lov'd any one , Yet by my love I am undone , For though she is all charming fair , Her coyness causes deep despair . Can others Nymphs as fair as she , Show to their loves such Cruelty ? If so , Why do I thus complain , Since Modesty makes them Disdain ? Once more I 'll see her killing Eye , Altho' ten thousand Deaths I dye ; Praying her Heart may soften'd be , That she may pity take on me . But if she has no tender Heart , Nor will not ease my bleeding smart ; Then will I sing out to my cost , He who loves best must suffer most .

Printed for J. Blare , at the Sign of the Looking-Glass on London-Bridge .