True love exalted: or, A dialogue between a courteous young knight of the city of London, and a searge weavers daughter of Devonshire. Shewing how the young knight was travelling in Devon-shire, and fell in love with a fair maid there: how he courted her to be his miss, but she not yielding to his lascivious desires, he was so much in love with her vertue, that he marryed her, and made he alady [sic], and carryed her to the Kings court at London, where they now live in joy and happiness. The tune is, Tender hearts, &c. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06236 of text R227401 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T2734). 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. 5 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 B06236 Wing T2734 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[110] 99887316 ocm99887316 182027 2248539285

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06236) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182027) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[110]) True love exalted: or, A dialogue between a courteous young knight of the city of London, and a searge weavers daughter of Devonshire. Shewing how the young knight was travelling in Devon-shire, and fell in love with a fair maid there: how he courted her to be his miss, but she not yielding to his lascivious desires, he was so much in love with her vertue, that he marryed her, and made he alady [sic], and carryed her to the Kings court at London, where they now live in joy and happiness. The tune is, Tender hearts, &c. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, at the Golden-Ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [between 1670-1696] Verse: "In the west in Devon-shire ..." Date, place of publication and publisher's name from Wing. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo True love exalted: or, A dialogue between a courteous young knight of the city of London, and a searge weavers daughter of Devonshire. Shewing how the anon 1696 1 776 2 0 0 0 0 0 25.77 C The rate of 25.77 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2008-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
True Love Exalted : Or , A Dialogue between a Courteous young Knight of the City of London , and a Searge Weavers Daughter of Devonshire .

Shewing how the young Knight was Travelling in Devon-shire , and fell in Love with a fair Maid there : How he Courted her to be his Miss , but she not yielding to his Lascivious desires , he was so much in Love with her Vertue , that he Marryed her , and made her a Lady , and carryed her to the Kings Court at London , where they now live in joy and happiness .

The Tune is , Tender Hearts , &c.

The Author speaks . IN the West in Devon-shire , Liv'd a Maid of Beauty rare , pretty Peggy as her name ; So much Beauty , so much Duty Peggy there had all the Fame , Wheresoe're that you are walking , Or of ●hatsoever talking , pretty Peggy must come in ; So much Beauty , so much Duty , not to worship were a Sin . Fate that many a one does flatter , Told of this the truth o' th matter , to a young and lovely Knight ; One lov'd Pleasure , more then Treasure beauty was his chief delight . Straight he was with Love involved , nd to try it was resolved if that Peggy would be kind , But did never , meet with ever , such a Face , or such a mind . The Knight : When he first beheld the Creature , All her Charms were sent by Nature , neither Spots nor Tower she wore : But was singing , and a Spinning , at her poor old Fathers door . Peggy . When she saw him she retired , But his sences were so fired , at the little interview ; Stay , he said , thou lovely Maid , for now I swear report is true .

STraight ways , then he ●ent unto her , And with all his art did woe her , kist her hands and blest her eyes : Proffer'd her Treasure for his Pleasure , but alas ! she still denies . Golden promises he made her , And with vows would fain perswade her , but her vertue was too strong : All his art , ne'r wrought her heart , though poor Peggy was but young . Quoth he , dear Peggy , be not cruel , To your self and me my jewel , Leave your homely Rurial Sport , Be but mine thou shalt shine , amongst the Glorious stars at Court . All the Pride of London City , That can make proud Lady's pritty , what the Changes affords that's rare , All shall be , my dear for thee , and none with Peggy may compare . Peggys Answer . Sir , quoth she , do not endeavour , The poor Daughter of a Weaver , has a heart of vertuous mould ; That no pride , can draw aside , to be corrupted by your Gold . The Knight . Then quoth he , dear Peggy may be You 'l deny to be a Lady , tell me how that sutes your mind , Sir , quoth she , my poor degree , is still to humble thoughts confin'd . For that , quoth he , I ne'r will fault thee , But for humbleness exhalt thee , thou this day my Bride shall be , Then he tarryed till they marryed , and Lady Margaret was she , The Author . You may think her friends consented , And that she was well contented : and I 'm sure so was the Knight ; All the day they kiss and play , and God knows what they did at night . Now you see how she regarded , For her vertue how rewarded , made a Lady for her parts ; Rais'd to power , without Dower , only by her own deserts . You that would be great as she is , And would have a Knight as he is , let her Vertues be your guide , To London fair , they did repair , the Knight and his beloved Bride . Now she hath no other care , But to please her only Dear , serve her Father and her Knight , All his Treasure 's at her pleasure , he her joy , she his Delight .

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