True love without deceit; poor Strephon sadly doth lament 'cause Phillis is unkind, yet vows this she shall never see, in him a change of mind. To the tune of, Over hills and high mountains. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06241 of text R228615 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T2739). 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. 4 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 B06241 Wing T2739 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[470] 99887927 ocm99887927 183580 2240882656

This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission.

Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06241) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183580) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[371]) True love without deceit; poor Strephon sadly doth lament 'cause Phillis is unkind, yet vows this she shall never see, in him a change of mind. To the tune of, Over hills and high mountains. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pye-Corner., [London] : [between 1670-1696] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Unfortunate Strephon ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo True love without deceit; poor Strephon sadly doth lament 'cause Phillis is unkind, yet vows this she shall never see, in him a change of mind. To the anon 1696 1 424 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. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-01 Sampled and proofread 2009-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
True LOVE without DECEIT ; Poor Strephon sadly doth lament 'Cause Phillis is unkind , Yet vows that she shall never see , In him a change of Mind . To the Tune of , over Hills and High Mountains .

UNfortunate Strephon Well mayest thou complain Since thy cruel Phillis Thy Suit doth disdain But let her persist In her fierce Tyranny Yet I will be faithful To her till I dye . Through Woods & through Desarts I 'le privately walk And there of my Phillis I 'le mournfully talk , where the pretty sweet Birds With my moan shall comply For I will be faithful , To her and , Ah Phillis Remember That thou art unkind Ah Phillis remember Thou art still in my mind , Ah Phillis remember My true Constancy , For I will , To the , But mind for thy sake How the World I do range , And though thou art cruel Yet I will not change , For thou like an Angel Dost seem in mine eye And I will , To thee ,

Sometimes in a Dream I slumbring do lye , And then my dear Phillis Appears to mine Eye , And straight all my Senses Away from me flye , And I vow to be . To her &c. But when I awake and Do find 't was a Dream , Iust like one distracted , I presently seem , And cry that a hapless Poor Lover am I. Yet vow , To thee &c. What canst thou propose To thy self for to gain , By keeping thy Lover Fast lock'd in a Chain ? Or why dost thou send me Such Darts from thine Eye Who Vow , To thee &c. No Prayers nor Tears With thee can prevaile Till Death by Commission Takes me to his Iayl , For whilst I do live This shall be my cry , That I will be To , &c , Since nothing can move thee . I still must despair , Since thou wilt not love me It adds to my Care Since I for thy sake still In Fetters must lye Yet I will , To thee &c. Thus Strephon continu'd His Making complaint But he wanting breath then Began for to Faint And with the last Breath That ere from him did fly Still said hee 'd be faithful Until he did dye .

Printed for P. Brooksby at the golden ball in Pye-Corner .