The languishing lady; or, The false-hearted lovers vnspeakable cruelty. To an excellent new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04284 of text R227617 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L417). 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 B04284 Wing L417 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[52] 99887432 ocm99887432 182138 2240888755

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04284) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182138) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[52]) The languishing lady; or, The false-hearted lovers vnspeakable cruelty. To an excellent new tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for C[harles]. Bates, next door to the Crown-Tavern in West-Smithfield., [London] : [1695?] Publisher's name, place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "VVelcome death, the cure of all my sorrow ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The languishing lady; or, The false-hearted lovers vnspeakable cruelty. To an excellent new tune. anon 1695 1 493 1 0 0 40 0 0 8133.87 F The rate of 8133.87 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 2008-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-06 Sampled and proofread 2008-06 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Languishing Lady ; Or , The False-hearted Lovers Vnspeakable Cruelty .

To an Excellent new Tune .

WElcome death , the cure of all my sorrow , thou alone can'st give me ease ;

Of all the delights my senses e're did borrow , none could e're my fancy please :

Since love has transported me so in sadness , that I languish and dispair ;

In all the degrees of love I find a madness , which causes all my grief and care .

II. When first these Eyes of mine did view him , O how my heart was inflam'd to love , I lost my senses ever since I know him , since he to me does unconstant prove : Love , that transports me so in sadness , makes me languish and complain , O cruel Cupid , come and ease my madness , let me no longer grieve in vain . III. Farewel joy , and farewel pleasure , farewel all things of delight , For of sorrow I have had my measure , unto all I bid good-night ; Farewel to him , the cause of all my weeping , I hope he will never thrive in love , And she that has gotten his heart in keeping , may she for ever unconstant prove . IV. Thus shall my bleeding wrongs be righted , while I range the silent shade , And my ungrateful love be requited , who my yielding heart betray'd : Long was I woo'd before I consented unto the thoughts of love , said she , Till he in sorrowful sights lamented , blaming me for my cruelty . VI. Now when I heard this mournful ditty , whi●e in sighs he did complain , I was immediately mov'd to pitty , granting love for love again : But I have found him now most deceitful , I of his presence am deny'd , Never was lover sure so ungrateful , as he has been to me , she cry'd . VII . Did he not once admire my beauty , and did solemly declare , That he did count it a damsels duty , to be full as kind as fair : Then in his arms be'd freely receive me , saying , he did my Charms adore : Yet after all he does slight and leave me , was ever man so false before ? VIII . He little knows what bitter anguish , does my drooping spirits seize , Here in this bower I lye and languish , shall I never be at ease ? Yes , when I in the grave lye a sleeping , then my false love may wish in vain , Yet neither sorrowful sights , nor weeping , e're can recall me back again .

Printed for C. Bates , next Door to the Crown Tavern in West-Smithfield .