The true lovers ghost. False men do often prove unkind to those that would to them be true; then carefully my story mind, the like before you never knew. To the tune of, Tender hearts of London-city. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06247 of text R227405 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T2743). 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 B06247 Wing T2743 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[114] Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[464] 99887320 ocm99887320 183576 2264219034

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06247) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183576) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[114]; A5:2[367]) The true lovers ghost. False men do often prove unkind to those that would to them be true; then carefully my story mind, the like before you never knew. To the tune of, Tender hearts of London-city. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for, J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street, without Newgate., [London] : [not before 1671] Date and place of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Ladies all behold and wonder ..." Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library and the British Library. eng Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800. Truthfulness and falsehood -- Early works to 1800. Man-woman relationships -- Early works to 1800. Ghosts -- England -- Early works to 1800. Ballads -- England -- 17th century. eebo The true lovers ghost. False men do often prove unkind to those that would to them be true; then carefully my story mind, the like before you never kn anon 1671 2 581 1 0 0 0 0 0 17.21 C The rate of 17.21 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 2008-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The True Lovers Ghost . False Men do often prove unkind to those that would to them be true ; Then carefully my story mind , the like before you never knew . To the Tune of , Tender Hearts of London-City .

LAdies all behold and wonder , At the paths that I lye under , burning in a quenchless fire , What I endure there 's none can cure , but he whose person I admire . Vertues in him still are shining , Though his pitty is declining , and his heart doth grow obdure , My tender heart doth feel the smart , that none but he himself can cure , Now I languish in my trouble , And my sorrows they grow double , night and day I do lament , But his disdain creates my pain , and all my comforts circumvent . Not a Maid in all the Nation , Ever took more recreation , when I was from passion free , But now in vain , I may complain , for loosing of my Liberty . Oh that Love should have such power , Maidens freedoms to devour , making Captive , who were free , You maids take care , of love beware , least you in chains do lye like me . Never did a slighting Lover , So much cruelty discover , as this Tyrant doth to me , Oh come kind death , and stop my breath , and end my pain and misery .

As she sat thus discontented , Of all hopes she was prevented , for death with his all-killing dart , Did give a stroak , which her heart broke and so she dy'd with deadly smart . When these tidings were brought to him It was enough for to undo him , sorrow then did him surprize , Oh then he said , what is she dead , the tears ran trickling from his eyes . Since my Love is gone before me , She that did so much adore me , I 'le make hast with her to be , Deaths killing dart shall pierce my heart my Love I come , I follow thee . In this world I take no pleasure , But do grieve beyond all measure , 'cause I proved so unkind , But she 's gone , my joys are flown , and long I will not stay behind . Thus he sat with grief tormented , Her misfortune he lamented , at last he struck his gentle breast , And sighing said , O lovely Maid , how for my sake wert thou opprest . Then to him her Ghost appeared , At which sight he greatly feared , least he should be snatch'd away , Yet 't is , said I , but equity , because my Love I did betray . Then on him the Ghost it seized , Whose anger could not be appeased , but away with him it flew , And through the ayr , it did him bear , he had no time to bid adieu . Lovers all but mind this Story , That my pen hath lay'd before ye , and prove loyal unto death , Then you will find , content in mind , when you do loose your vital breath .

Printed for , J. Deacon , at the Angel in Guilt-spur-street , without Newg●te .