The frantick 'squire: whose passionate love for a young lady caused his distraction, and since restoration, of his senses, he, with his own hand, writ this excellent new ditty. To the tune of Let Mary live long. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03371 of text R228229 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing F2093). 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 B03371 Wing F2093 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[177] 99887704 ocm99887704 183352 2240882564

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03371) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183352) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[143]) The frantick 'squire: whose passionate love for a young lady caused his distraction, and since restoration, of his senses, he, with his own hand, writ this excellent new ditty. To the tune of Let Mary live long. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back, [London] : [ca. 1690] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Melponmene now ..." "Licensed according to order." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The frantick 'squire: whose passionate love for a young lady caused his distraction, and since restoration, of his senses, he, with his own hand, writ anon 1690 1 438 3 0 0 0 0 0 68.49 D The rate of 68.49 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Frantick 'Squire : Whose passionate Love for a Young Lady caused his Distraction , and since the restoration , of his Senses , he , with his own hand , writ this Excellent new Ditty . To the Tune of Let Mary live long .

MElpomene now assist a meek Lover , whose Tears will discover , How false to her Vow fair Cynthia hath been ; While I sigh and complain She return'd me disdain , and would not expel My languishing passion , My languishing passion , but bid me farewel . From morning to night , I wander'd distracted ah ! what have I acted Which made her delight to torture me so : Through the Shades did I post , Like a hovering Ghost bereaved of rest ; With sad Lamentation , With sad Lamentation , in sorrows opprest . My Riches I left , with dear Habitation , each Friend and Relation , Of Comforts bereft , Distracted I run ; That a place I might find That was free from mankind , ( fair women I mean ; ) Whose conquering Beauty , Whose conquering Beauty , too late I have seen . My Pillow I made on banks of green Rushes , near Brambles and Bushes , Where weeping I laid my sorrowful Head ; As I closed my Eyes , The kind watery Skies , would weep to behold A Lover exposed A Lover exposed to sorrow and cold . I valu'd not Crowns , with Kingdoms of Treasure , and wealth out of measure , Or fortifi'd Towns , for which they contend ; There was Cynthia my Love , Which I valu'd above an Emperor's Throne , Her amorous beauty , Her amorous beauty , was Riches alone . To Bedlam bound , at length they convey'd me , And there having laid me Vpon the hard Ground , I took my repose ; And my rich silken Bed , Where I once laid my Head , was turned to Straws ▪ Of this my Distraction , Of this my Distraction , was Cynthia the Cause ? My Senses once more , the hand of kind Heaven ▪ in pity hath given , And now I 'll adore no woman alive : Since my Heart is at ease , Let 'em frown if they please I scorn their disdain , They never shall make me , They never shall make me , a Captive again . FINIS .

Licensed according to Order .

Printed for P. Brooksby , ●● De●●●● J. Blare , J. B●●k ▪