The suffering lover: or, Fair Floramella's melting petition to her dear Philander. To an excellent new tune. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06009 of text R227619 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing S6158). 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 B06009 Wing S6158 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[53] 99887433 ocm99887433 182139 2240899842

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06009) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182139) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[53]) The suffering lover: or, Fair Floramella's melting petition to her dear Philander. To an excellent new tune. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for C[harles]. Bates, at the White-hart in West smithfield., London: : [not before 1690] Date of publication and publisher's name from Wing. Verse: "In the desarts of Greenland ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The suffering lover: or, Fair Floramella's melting petition to her dear Philander. To an excellent new tune. Licensed according to order. anon 1690 1 510 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. 2008-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-03 Sampled and proofread 2008-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE Suffering LOVER : OR , Fair FLORAMELLA's Melting Petition TO HER Dear PHILANDER . To an excellent new Tune . Licensed according to Order . IN the desarts of Greenland , where the sun ne'er cast an eye , Blest with thee , my dear Philander , I could chuse to live and dye : No nymph with her fly subtil art , E'er shall have power to steal my heart , Thou art all in all in every part , Each vein of me , shall ever be Panting for love of thee . On the sands of scorch't Africk , where the sun-burn'd natives fry , Blest with thee , my dear Philander , I could chuse to live and dye : No swain with his aid , wit , or art , E'er shall have power to storm my heart , Thou art all in all in every part , Each vein of me , shall ever be Panting for love of me . In desarts of Arabia , from which place all creatures fly , Blest with thee , my dear Philander , I could chuse to live and dye : Such pleasures I with thee should find , That would ease the anguish of my mind , For to none but thee will I e'er be kind , Each vein of me , shall ever be Panting for love of thee . Thro' the greatest of danger , I would venture with my dear , And my heart should be a stranger , to the sad effects of fear : If on the raging ocean sea , Thou would then my skilful pilot be , Therefore thro' the world I 'd wander with thee , Each vein of me , shall every be Panting for love of thee . No joys are worth possessing , thro' the universe below , Should I be deny'd the blessing , of my dear Philander , tho' I might enjoy a diadem , And in golden streams of pleasure swim , I would slight them all in respect of him , Whom evermore , I will adore , He has my heart in store . Fly to thy Floramella , for to chear her drooping heart ; Should I wear the wreath willow , 'T would be like a fatal dart : Then dear Philander come away , I long to see the delightful day , Which will crown our joy with innocent play , Each vein of me , shall ever be Panting for love of thee . Let me never be slighted for the love which I bear , Least my wrongs they should be righted , by your languishing despair ; For should you kill me with disdain , Then tears and sorrow would be in vain , A lost life they can't recover again , The veins in me , shall ever be Panting for love of thee . FINIS .

LONDON : Printed for C. Bates , at the White-hare in West-smithfield .