The love-sick lady: being her sorrowful sighs for her loyal soldier, whom at length she enjoy'd to her unspeakable satisfaction. Tune of, What shall I do to show how much I love her. Licensed according to orde[r]. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04205 of text R228348 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L3212). 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 B04205 Wing L3212 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[298] 99887784 ocm99887784 183444 2240882244

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04205) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183444) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[235]) The love-sick lady: being her sorrowful sighs for her loyal soldier, whom at length she enjoy'd to her unspeakable satisfaction. Tune of, What shall I do to show how much I love her. Licensed according to orde[r]. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare. J. Back, [London : between 1688-1692] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Near a fair fountain a damsel sat weeping ..." Imperfect: trimmed, affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The love-sick lady: being her sorrowful sighs for her loyal soldier, whom at length she enjoy'd to her unspeakable satisfaction. Tune of, What shall I anon 1692 1 550 2 0 0 0 0 0 36.36 D The rate of 36.36 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Love-Sick LADY : Being her sorrowful sighs for her Loyal Soldier ; whom at length she enjoy'd , to her unspeakable satisfaction . Tune of , What shall I do to show how much I love her .

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NEar a fair Fountain a Damsel sat weeping , and to her Lover she often reply'd , Thou hast my heart and affections in keeping , yet of thy favours I 'm clearly deny'd : How canst thou e'er he so desperate cruel , to slight a Lover with scorn and disdain ? Every slighting adds Flame to my Fuel , that I a Languishing Lover lye slain . Why is my Blooming fair Beauty and T●easure , so unregarded ? Ah! how can you slight Those Snow Mountains and Ri●e●s of Pleasure , where Lovers Angle for Charming Delight ? All that mine thou should'st soon be Possessing , could I but once be assur'd of thy love , But you 're unworthy of so great a Blessing since so ungrateful my Strephon can proved . I that have often been Courted by many , is now most scornfully slighted by thee , Others had reason , but thou ne'er hadst any , for thou wast ever right welcome to me , Slave to affection , and thy sweet complexion too much I have been , but now will no more , In your false love I have made an inspection , whom I of lace did so dearly adore . Ah , fair young Beautiful Lady excuse me , think not that e're I could slight such a Saint , But being fearful that thou would'st refuse me , I never venture'd to make my complaint , Tho my poor heart has been fatally wounded by the sweet Charms from thy fair killing eyes , Sad sighs and sorrows my senses surrounded , thinking my proffered love you 'd despise . When I consider'd from whence thou descended , by Birth and Beauty a Lady of Fame . Strait I concluded thou would'st be offended , if the least motion of love I should name ; Love for this reason I was not for Courting , so fair a Creature , and Beautiful Star , Being no more than a Souldier of Fortune , who is expos'd to the hazzards of War . Tell me no more of Rich Friends nor Relations , my State and Grandeur freely forsake , That with my love I may range Foreign Nations , in weal or woe there my fortune I 'll take : Long by my smiles thou might'st freely discover , that I did prize and adore thee my dear , Therefore when this you did truly discover , tell me how could you have reason to fear . Have not I Courted you , tho' against nature , what greater simptoms of love would you find , Then he no more an insensible Creature , since your fair Lady to love is inclin'd : Then in his Arms he did freely receive her , saying , sweet love thou art welcome to me , With solemn vows that he never would grieve her , but be as Loyal as Lover could be .