The redeemed captive. The free unchain'd lover boasts that he is now at large. That other men should keep so too he gives this frieunly [sic] charge. Tune, When Aurelia first was. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05112 of text R228499 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing R660). 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 B05112 Wing R660 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[389] 99887859 ocm99887859 183515 2240898293

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B05112) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183515) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[306]) The redeemed captive. The free unchain'd lover boasts that he is now at large. That other men should keep so too he gives this frieunly [sic] charge. Tune, When Aurelia first was. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). s.n., [London : 1690?] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Surely now I'm out of danger ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The redeemed captive. The free unchain'd lover boasts that he is now at large. That other men should keep so too he gives this frieunly [sic] charge. anon 1690 1 420 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. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE REDEEMED CAPTIVE . The Free Unchain'd Lover boasts That he is now at Large . That other men should keep so too He gives this friendly charge . Tune , When Aurelia first was

SVrely now I 'm out of danger I 'l defie blind Cupids Dart Love to me is grown a stranger Therefore i le not break my heart . Yet all the graces of their faces They may keep , since I am free Some are witty , some are pretty For I 'l keep my Liberty . Once I lov'd my Mistriss dearly Counting her my chiefest friend Then I waited late and early My true Love to recommend . I quencht the fire of desire That did burn so cruelly Then farwel Beauty , 't is my duty For to prize my Liberty . Once to me she was so cruel She laught to see me swim in blood And when I burn'd I burn'd like fuel Grief came on me like a flood , Sighs & groanings , sobs & mournings Were my chief companions still When I lay panting , for love wanting Then she had me at her will The grief and sorrow I went thorow Made my life a burthen seem I thought t was time , while in my prime My Liberty for to redeem . I 'm now compliance , with defiance And scorn a captive still to be No charming eyes shall me surprize Since I have gaind my Liberty . I pitty Lovers who discovers To their Idols all their pain Who soon can cure , what they endure And yet they stubborn will remain . Count it not duty , when a beauty You do see , it to adore If once they find it , do but mind it You 'r enslav'd for evermore . Do but mind me , & you 'l find me For to be your chiefest friend When yo'r taken , and forsaken Griefs and sorrows will attend . Oft their smilings prove beguilings And poor men are strangely caught They prove like Treason to your reason And lay Embargoes on each thought . Never heed e'm , for your freedome Is of greater value , then Why should women , captive freemen Or make slaves of loving men . Dote no meor then , nor adore them Whose great beauti 's make them proud Do but fly them , or defie them Favours on you they will croud .