Loves unspeakable passion: or, The youngman's answer to tender hearts of London city. Beauty over love doth triumph, causing lovers to complain; but 'tis pitty, one so pritty, should be filled with disdain; to a pleasant new play-house tune. Or, Tender hearts, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04234 of text R228389 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L3289). 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 B04234 Wing L3289 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[324] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.10[22] 99887801 ocm99887801 183466 2264221864

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04234) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183466) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[257]; A6:2[22]) Loves unspeakable passion: or, The youngman's answer to tender hearts of London city. Beauty over love doth triumph, causing lovers to complain; but 'tis pitty, one so pritty, should be filled with disdain; to a pleasant new play-house tune. Or, Tender hearts, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) Printed for J. Deacon at the sign of the] Angel, in Guil-spur-street., [London] : [1684] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "How can I conceal my passion ..." Copies cut and mounted. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Man-woman relationships -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Loves unspeakable passion: or, The youngman's answer to tender hearts of London city. Beauty over love doth triumph, causing lovers to complain; but ' anon 1684 1 514 3 0 0 0 1 0 252.92 F The rate of 252.92 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more 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
Loves Unspeakable Passion : Or , The Youngman's Answer to Tenderhearts of London City Beauty over Love doth triumph , causing Lovers to complain ; But 't is pitty , one so pritty , should be filled with disdain ; To a pleasant New Play-House Tune . Or , Tender hearts , &c.

HOw can I conceal my passion , when I am used in this fashion , by that little blinking by , Who doth ver me and perpler me , and my comforts doth destroy . Oh forbear me cruel Cupid , Thou hast made me dull and stupid ; and my sences are quite lost : Ne're was no man , by a woman , I am with her beauty wounded , In my thoughts I am confounded , would I had ne'r seen her face ; For with desire , I burn like fire , and she ne'r pitties this my case . Come and seize me death , and ease me , Nothing else but she can please me , my soul I cannot call my own ; She hath won me and undone me , night and day I 〈◊〉 and groan

For to leave her I endeavour , Then I fall into a Feavour ; burning with a quenchless fire ; But her beauty says 't is duty , for to languish in desire . Then I fly into a passion , And tare my hair in my vexation , I curse the day when first I see her ; Then my speech falters , my mind alters , and straight I try she is my dear . T is not common for a woman , For to boast she will undo man , yet I find she often doth ; Oh 't is pitty one so witty , shows no favour , knows no truth . You that are in spoyl delighted , Boasting that your lover 's slighted , think not always thus to reign ; When age oretakes ye , love forsakes ye , you 'l be paid for your disdain , Oh consider whilst you florish , That your Lover you should nourish , not require him with disdain ; For if you frown , you cast him down , and turns his pleasure into pain . And his trouble soon grows double , Oh 't is better to be noble , send me then a gentle smile , That may ease me , not displease me , but my sorrows all beguile . Then will I in heart adore thee , Like an image stand before thee , fearing to displease thyne eye ; Then come and cherish , or I perish , like a fainting Lover dye . Spare my life dear , I intreat thee , With sweet language I will greet the● for to ease my mortal pain ; Then for ever , I 'le endeavour to forget thy gross disdain . FINIS

Printed for J. Deacon , at the sign of th● Angel , in Guil-spur-street .