No love, no life. Or, Damon comforted in distress. You that are adorn'd with beauty, did not thus your love disdain; count not it to be their duty, for to languish thus in pain. To the tune of, Tender hearts of London city. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04492 of text R228471 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing N1181). 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 B04492 Wing N1181 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[375] 99887840 ocm99887840 183502 2240888754

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04492) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183502) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[293]) No love, no life. Or, Damon comforted in distress. You that are adorn'd with beauty, did not thus your love disdain; count not it to be their duty, for to languish thus in pain. To the tune of, Tender hearts of London city. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J. Deacon in Guilt-spur-street., [London] : [1684] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Damon in the shades was walking ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo No love, no life. Or, Damon comforted in distress. You that are adorn'd with beauty, did not thus your love disdain; count not it to be their duty, fo anon 1684 1 498 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-12 Sampled and proofread 2008-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
No Love , no Life . OR , Damon Comforted in Distress . You that are adorn'd with Beauty , do not thus your Love disdain ; Count not it to be their duty , for to Languish thus in pain . To the Tune of , Tender hearts of London City .

DAmon in the shades was walking , With fair Phillis he was talking , their discourse was terms of Love , He was kind , as you shall find , and ever more did faithfull prove . In his arms he did imbrace her , Vowing he wou'd ne'r disgrace her , but would still maintain , the praise Of the creature , whose sweet feature , was the Glory of his days The Womans Reply . Young men they will seem most grateful When their hearts are most deceitful , thus they draw Maids in a snare , And deceive them , thus they leave them , fill their hearts with grief and care . Oh my Love I am more Loyal , Phillis do but make a tryal , I will ever constant be , The heart of mine is surely thine , I Love none in the world but thee .

The Womans second Reply . How many maidens thus have died , When their Lovers have them denied , this we find of lae is true , Then with tears , and frights , and fears , they sighing bid the world adieu . To escape from him she strives , Of his joys he was deprived , grieving at her hye disdain , He was vexed and perplexed , yet he call'd her back again . She regarded not his passion , Leaving him in desparation , till sweet Cupid with his Bow , Sent a Dart which pierc'd her heart , and said it must and shall be so . When she found that she was wounded , She with sighs and sorrows Sounded then again she did revive , She confessed , she was blessed , with the sweetest man alive . Here I sigh , lament , and languish , Now can I endure this anguish , I am in a Sea of woe , This sad tryal , my denyal , proves my fatal overthrow . With what language did he greet me , And with smiles he did intreat me , yet I still did him deny , My disdain increase my pain , I for love shall surely dye . All her sorrows thus he heared , Then he presently appeared , she to him with comfort smil'd , Then with Kisses their sweet Blisses , all their sorrows did beguil'd . Thus their hearts were both united , She with him was much delighted , thus their troubles had an end , Sorrow ceased , Love increased , Cupid surely was their friend . FINIS .

Printed for J. Deacon in Guilt-spur-Street .