The frowns of fate, or, An answer to the young-mans unfortunate destiny. When maids so coy will slight their joy, with scorn, and high disdain, then grief and care with sad despair, will end their days in pain. To the tune of, The doubting virgin. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03384 of text R228232 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing F2248). 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 B03384 Wing F2248 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[180] 99887707 ocm99887707 183354 2240890978

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B03384) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183354) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[145]) The frowns of fate, or, An answer to the young-mans unfortunate destiny. When maids so coy will slight their joy, with scorn, and high disdain, then grief and care with sad despair, will end their days in pain. To the tune of, The doubting virgin. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J. Deacon, [London : between 1685-1695] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "When she heard how he died ..." Imperfect: trimmed, affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The frowns of fate, or, An answer to the young-mans unfortunate destiny. When maids so coy will slight their joy, with scorn, and high disdain, then g anon 1695 1 576 1 0 0 0 4 0 711.81 F The rate of 711.81 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 2009-01 Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Frowns of FATE , OR , An ANSWER To the Young-Mans Unfortunate Destiny . When Maids so Coy will slight their Joy , With scorn , and high Disdain , Then grief and care with sad Despair , Will end their Days in pain . To the Tune of , The Doubting Virgin .

WHen she heared how he died , in a sad and woful state . Bitterly aloud she cryed , and in sorrow did relate ; Was I cruel to my jew●l , that in Love did me adore , Well she cryed , and replyed , I shall never see thee more . O that I had ne'r denied , what he did propose to me , But had willingly complyed , Love unfeigned , never stained , but as constant as the day . Death possess me , Heavens Bless me , I have cast thy life away . He most courteously did wooe me , it is I that am too blame , He did proffer to endue me , with a plenty to maintain Me in Splendor , this doth render , all my actions now to be , To refuse him , and abuse him ,

Oftentime he hath intreated , that he might salute my hand , Yea , and many times repeated he would be at my command So entire , his desire was to love without deceit , When he smiled , I reviled , and did scornfully retreat . Now too late I do repent it , I have cast his life away , Had I but in love consented , he had never seen the day : When we parted , broken hearted , he with sorrow was opprest : And bewailed , as he Sailed , over Neptunes Curled breast . I in sorrow am surrounded , that I know not where to go , My poor heart with grief is wounded , I am in a Sea of woe ; No remission , my condition is to languish to my grave , To appease me , Death come seize me , this is that I fain would have . Cupid now doth over rule me , with his sharp severity , He doth so chastise and School me , For his power ; he I devour all the comfort of my life , Never ceasing , but increasing , death must surely end the strife . Love , the thought of thee is killing , I am haunted now with fears , Heart and life with grief is filling , and a thousand melting tears Now is flowing , life is going hence , into Eternity , Then she cryed , and replied , love , I 'le dye , and come to thee . Then her reason quite forsook her , falling into deep dispair , In her hand a Knife she took her , which did soon her life impair ; She lay bleeding , so exceeding , bidding now the World adieu ; Death that hour , came in power , and in full Commission too . You that hear this mournful Ditty , of true Lovers Tragedy , Let your heart be mov'd to pitty , learn to love with Loyalty ; Then you 'l flourish , when you nourish he that doth you highly prize , Ne'r conceal it , but reveal it ,