A new song, called, Parthenia's complaint on the ingratitude of Strephon. to a delicate new tune. This may be printed, R.P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04581 of text R227500 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing N759). 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 B04581 Wing N759 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[4] 99887367 ocm99887367 182090 2240894872

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04581) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182090) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[4]) A new song, called, Parthenia's complaint on the ingratitude of Strephon. to a delicate new tune. This may be printed, R.P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [1687?] Publisher's name, place and date of publication from Wing. Verse: "As on the dearest Strephon's breast Parthenia lean'd her mournfull head ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A new song, called, Parthenia's complaint on the ingratitude of Strephon. to a delicate new tune. This may be printed, R.P. anon 1687 1 454 0 0 0 40 0 0 8810.57 F The rate of 8810.57 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 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A New SONG , called , Parthenia's Complaint On the Ingratitude of STREPHON . To a delicate new Tune .

This may be Printed , R. P.

AS on the dearest Strephon's Breast . Parthenia lean'd her mournfull Head ,

Expecting there she should have rest , by loving sighs , and thus she said :

O Phoebus God of tuneful Strings , And Venus Queen of softest Fire ,

Thou God of all harmonious Things , inspire our Hearts with like desire .

II. But when she found the Gods above , to ease her Pain no Cure apply'd , And Strephon backward of his love , then to herself Parthenia cry'd : Amongst Woods and Hills I 'll mourn my Fate , to them of all my Wrongs complain ; Theyll pity this my wretched State , and eccho back my Woes again . III. Or to a pleasant myrtle shade , to ease my present Cares I 'll go , A place which Nature only made , for Lovers to declare their Woe . There I 'll ingrateful Strephon name , and tell the feather'd Quire my Care : And in harmonious Notes proclaim , the endless cause of my Dispair . IV. Each day within a silent Bow'r , with Arms across , I 'll sighing Muse ; In private spend each restless hour , and busie Nature's Works peruse : But when the God of Sleep shall call , and all my pleasant Cares destroy , Upon the tender Grass I 'll fall , and Dream of all my former joy . V. But when the glitt'ring God of day expands his warm and cheerful Beams , And guilds with his delightful Ray the flow'ry Meads and purling Streams ; Then Birds their lazy slumber scorn , delighted with approaching day , And welcome in the glorious Morn , with notes will melt my cares away . VI. My dearest Strephon , Ah , Return ! ye Gods with Love his Heart inspire , Ah , hear the wrong'd Parthenia mourn , and quench the Heart you 've set on fire ! If you continue thus unkind , Parthenia must unhappy be And to her last hour be-confin'd within the bounds of misery . VII . Ingreateful Strephon , how could you the kind Pathenia's Love implore , Now causeless bid the Nymph adieu , whom you so highly lov'd before ? But when my tender Soul shall flye toth ' lofty Regions of the Just , No thought of Love shall you enjoy when I lye stifled in the Dust .

Printed for P. Brooksby , at the Golden-Ball in Pye-corner .