Hope farewel, adieu to all pleasure, or Silvia's matchless cruelty. To the tune of, Hail great sir, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03685 of text R178212 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing H271765B). 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 B03685 Wing H271765B ESTC R178212 52614703 ocm 52614703 175908 2240875467

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03685) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 175908) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2754:12) Hope farewel, adieu to all pleasure, or Silvia's matchless cruelty. To the tune of, Hail great sir, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [S.l. : 1690] Contains one woodcut illustration. Reproduction of original in: National Library of Scotland. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Hope farewel, adieu to all pleasure, or Silvia's matchless cruelty. To the tune of, Hail great Sir, &c. [no entry] 1690 1 536 2 0 0 0 0 0 37.31 D The rate of 37.31 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 2009-03 Sampled and proofread 2009-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Hope farewel , Adieu to all pleasure , OR Silvia's Matchless Cruelty . To the Tune of , Hail great Sir , &c. HOPE farewel , adieu to all Pleasure , No Torment so great as Love in despair : Sylvia frowns , my Endeavours to please her , And laughs at those pains she makes me to bear . Life 's my disease , and there 's no Cure , But death's cruel dart that must set me at ease ; But when I 'm no more , O then may she grieve , For him , who while living , she would never relieve . In the World so charming a Creature ( my Fancy tells me ) I never beheld ; Splendid Grace is Love in each Feature , That wich Loves Raptures I strangely am fill'd : Here I ly slain with darts of Disdain , While Sylvia's hard heart will not pity my pain : But let her know , for all her great hate , That she may repent it when it is too late . Can you be so desperat cruel , As , for your sake to let death 〈◊〉 my doom ? Love is like unquenchible Feuel , In which all my Glory and Life will consume : Still you despise my sorrowful cryes , And over your Lover doth here tyrannize ; But when kind Death shall once set me free , You may be Rewarded for your Crueltie . When the World shall read this sad Story , Which here I write with a trembling Quill , Shewing how you have blasted my Glory , Oh! will they not count you a Tyrant still ? Then let me find my Silvia more kind , To comfort and cherish my troubled mind . For if I go to the Shades below , 'T is you are the Causer of my Overthrow . Oh! my Grief is never lamented , By she whom I so dearly adore : With her Frowns I am daily tormented : No Creature for Love e're suffered more : Cupid's keen dart hath wounded her heart , I never , no never did feel greater smart : Here a poor slave one smile he does crave , Or else you will send him to his silent Grave . In your Charms I daily delighted , And never thought you my Heaven to be : Yet by you I am evermore slighted , And now you make a poor Martyr of me . Wont you therefore your Captive restore , Who sues for your Love , and desires no more ? You may be su●e what Pains I endure , And 't is in your power either to kill or cure . In a sad and sorrowful Ditty , With sighs and tears I send forth my moan ; Yet my fair one affoords me no pity , But lets me languish to death all alone : This very day now I must away , Both heart and spirit with Life does decay . More than Untrue , dear Sylvia was you , And therefore farewel , all the World adieu .