The squire's grief crown'd with comfort: or, Nectar preferr'd before scornfull Cynthia, To the tune of Let the soldiers rejoyce. Licensed according to order This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B05950 of text R228570 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S5103). 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 B05950 Wing S5103 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[439] 99887896 ocm99887896 183555 2248539310

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B05950) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183555) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[346]) The squire's grief crown'd with comfort: or, Nectar preferr'd before scornfull Cynthia, To the tune of Let the soldiers rejoyce. Licensed according to order 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby. [sic] J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back., [London] : [between 1690-1692] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Are the fates so unkind ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Man-woman relationships -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The squire's grief crown'd with comfort: or, Nectar preferr'd before scornfull Cynthia, To the tune of Let the soldiers rejoyce. Licensed according to anon 1692 1 405 3 0 0 0 0 0 74.07 D The rate of 74.07 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Rekeyed and resubmitted 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Squire's Grief Crown'd with Comfort : OR , Nectar preferr'd before Scornfull Cynthia , To the Tune of Let the Soldiers rejoyce .

Licensed according to Order

ARe the Fates so unkind , As to keep me confin'd , Debarr'd of all Free — dom and Pleasure ? For the young Charming Saint , Ne'er regards my Complaint , But deny's me , deny's me the Fountain of Pleasure . I 'm catch'd in the Snare , Of a Beauty so fair , Whom all the whole Wor — ld will admire ; At her Feet when I bow , Not a Smile she 'll allow , . But she leaves me , she leaves me , to burn with desire

When I tell her of Love Thar I prize none above Fair Cynthia my A — morous Iewel ; She returns me her Frown , Which do's quite run me down ; Oh! was ever , was ever a Creature so cruel ! When her Eyes I beheld , With Raptures I swell'd To gain her I u — s'd my endeavour ; But yet all was in vain , I might sigh and complain . She deny'd me , deny'd me the Blessing for ever . Being clearly deny'd , I in sorrow reply'd , Whom Beauty a — lone hath invited , Is rejected at last , This my Glory doth blast , Oh! was ever was , ever young Lover so slighted ? Thus with sorrow apprest , And deny'd of all rest , I started when e — ' er I did slumber , For my sorrows were more , Then the sands on the shore , For I tell you , I tell you , they were out of m●… . But at length I took Heart , And defended the Dart , And with a good I — ace I can carry it . And solemnly declare , There 's no Cynthia so fair , As a Bottle , a Bottle of delicate Clare● . This my Ioys will restore , I 'll regard her no more , Nor trouble my Nod — dle about her , For my Heart is at ease , I can love when I please , Therefore tell her , now till her I can love 〈◊〉

Printed for P. Brooksby . J. Deacon , J. Blare , J. Back .