The last lamentation, of the languishing Squire: or, Love overcomes all things. To the tune of Billy and Molly: or, Jockey's jealousie. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04292 of text R228324 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L488). 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 B04292 Wing L488 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[276] 99887766 ocm99887766 183428 2240884994

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04292) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183428) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[219]) The last lamentation, of the languishing Squire: or, Love overcomes all things. To the tune of Billy and Molly: or, Jockey's jealousie. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Black [sic], [London : between 1688-1692] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "As I went forth to view the spring ..." Imperfect: trimmed, affecting imprint. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Love poetry, English -- England -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The last lamentation, of the languishing Squire: or, Love overcomes all things. To the tune of Billy and Molly: or, Jockey's jealousie. Licensed accor anon 1692 1 478 3 0 0 0 0 0 62.76 D The rate of 62.76 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 Last Lamentation OF THE Languishing Squire : OR , Love Overcomes all Things . To the Tune of Billyand Molly : Or , Jockey's Iealousie .

Licensed according to Order .

AS I went forth to view the Spring , which Flora had Adorned , In gorgeous Rayment every thing , a Winters rage out-scorned ; I cast mine Eye and did espy a Youth , that made great Clamour , And drawing nigh , I heard him cry , it 's Omnia vincit Amor. Upon his Face he lay along , hard by a Chrystal River , And mournfully his doleful Song , with sighs he did deliver ; Wo worth her Face , her comely Grace , for which no man can shun her , Her splendid Rays cuts off my days , for Omnia vincit Amor.

Her Chrystal Eyes like Comets fair , bright Phoebus Beams out-shining , Hath caught my Heart in Cupid's Snare , and makes my dye with pining ; Fond foolish Nature did not well , so curiously to frame her , Her Beauty fair makes me despair , cry Omnia vincit Amor. You Chrystal Streams that sweetly glide , he Partners of my Mourning , You fragrant Fields and Meadows wide , condemn her for her scorning ; Let e'ery Tree a Witness be , how justly I may blame her , You chanting Birds , note these my Words , it 's Omnia vincit Amor. I sigh and languish for her sake , ten thousand Griefs are growing , My fainting Heart I find will break , while dying Tears are flowing ; Here do I find her most unkind , therefore I needs must blame her , Her Beauty bright destroys me quite , it 's Omnia vincit Amor. Love Conquers more than Sword or S 〈…〉 or any Warlike Power ; Renowned Kings are forc'd to yield , no strong Defenced Tower Can e'er withstand Love's armed Band and now I here must name her , Fair Cynthia she hath ruin'd me , 't is Omnia vincit Amor. Had she been kind as she is fair , she might have been admired , In every place without compare , who hath my Death conspired . This said , his breath began to fail , he could not ●●●●k but stammer , Ae sighted sore , 〈◊〉 said no more , 't is Omnia vincit Amor. Thus I perceived him near his Death , and ran in haste to save him , But quickly he resign'd his Breath , so deep a Wound Love gave him ; Thus for his sake , this Vow I 'll make my Tungue shall still Defame her , Upon his Herse , I 'll write this Verse , it 's Omnia vincit Amor.