The true lovers ioy: or, The reward of constany [sic] being, an amorous diaologue between a seaman and his love: the maid implores the aid of Charon's boat ... To a new tune, much in request. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06252 of text R185668 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T2748B). 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 B06252 Wing T2748B ESTC R185668 47012687 ocm 47012687 174654 2240889440

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06252) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 174654) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2693:42) The true lovers ioy: or, The reward of constany [sic] being, an amorous diaologue between a seaman and his love: the maid implores the aid of Charon's boat ... To a new tune, much in request. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. Printed for Phillip Brooksby ..., [London] : [between 1670 and 1696] Contains 3 illustrations. Place and date of publication taken from Wing (2nd ed.) Reproduction of original in: University of Glasgow. Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The true lovers ioy: or, The reward of constany [sic] being, an amorous diaologue [sic] between a seaman and his love: The maid implores the aid of Ch [no entry] 1670 1 753 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 2008-08 Sampled and proofread 2008-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The true Lovers Ioy : OR , The Reward of Constany BEING , An Amorous Diaologue between a Seaman and his Love : The Maid implores the aid of Charon's Boat , That to the gloomy shades her soul might float ; With sighs and groans , much weary and oprest , At length he heard her moan , and gave her rest From all past dangers , and from future harms , She safe arriv'd , and anchor'd in his arms . To a New Tune , much in Request .

Maid . HArk Charon , come away , bring forth thy Boat and Oars , And carry me poor harmless Maid unto the Elizium Shoars . Charon . Who calls Charon in hast , whilst I sit here in pain I carry none but pure and chast , such as true Love hath slaie . I come dear soul I come , thy face doth so incharm me , Come in my Boat and take thy room , neither wind nor wave shall harm thee . Maid . Now I am come in thy Boat , I am a Maid undone , Sighing my heart is almost broak , for my Love he is from me gone & Thus as I pass the shades , i 'le tell you a mournful tale , So full of sighs as we do passe , shall serve us for a gayl . And so beguild the time , i 'le sing you a true Loves song , Mine eyes shall show a Sea of tears to carry the Boat along .

WHat 's become of those hard hearts , of a Virgin takes no pity , They 'r sailing to Virginny parts , where Neptune hath built a City . O Cupid hath wounded me , and hath pierc'd my tender heart , To call for one whom I lov'd so dear , who cares but little for 't . Thus in the shades below , we 'l waste the tedious hours , No gusts of winds , but sighs shall blow , the Boat with Charons Oars . His Answer . Stay gentle Charon stay , and let thy Boat alone , Row not the harmlesse Maid away that sits and makes her moan . For she that calls so fast , and sighs so at thy stay , A Virgin is as pure and chast . as e're true Love did slay . She 's no dear soul for thee , let not her face incharm thee , Though room within thy Boat there be , her beauty there may harm thee . O fair one , if you go , i 'm more undone than you , My heart doth equal sorrow know , and still my Love is true . The shades you must not passe , nor mournful stories tell Instead of sighing gales , alas ! a kisse will do as well . You 'd better stay ashore , and sing us a true Loves song , There 's Sea enough he needs no more , to carry his Boat along . No heart so hard I know , but would gladly ease your pain , Else let him to Virginny go , and never return again . If Cupid hath wounded you , he had wounded me before , If you love as you say you do , I love you as much or more . In Beds of softest Down , we 'l spend the short liv'd nights , No gusts of wind or sighs shall drown the current of our delights . Maid . Come gentle Charon come , and me to shoar remove , The wind dispairing sighs did blow , shall waft me unto my Love . How flow the Boats-mans tears , if he no faster ply , My Love to rid me of my fears , shall lend me his wings to flye . To thee dear Love I float , finding thee just and true . And bid to Charon and his Boat , eternally adieu . Make haste , make haste my Dear , for if thou longer stay , Thorough the floods without all fear , my Arms shall make their way . Welcome my love to shoar I 'le keep thee now from harms , And thou shalt ride forever more , at Anchor in my Arms.

Printed for Phillip Brooksby in West Smithfield .