The true lovers overthrow, whilst poor Amintas pin'd to death, for Celia bright and fair, at last for him she lost her breath, a grief beyond compare. To the tune of State and Ambition. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06256 of text R228618 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T2752A). 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 B06256 Wing T2752A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[472] 99887929 ocm99887929 183582 2240899926

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06256) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183582) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[373]) The true lovers overthrow, whilst poor Amintas pin'd to death, for Celia bright and fair, at last for him she lost her breath, a grief beyond compare. To the tune of State and Ambition. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). s.n., [London : 1685?] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Ah Cupid! thou provest unkind and too cruel ..." Imperfect: trimmed, with slight loss of text. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The true lovers overthrow, whilst poor Amintas pin'd to death, for Celia bright and fair, at last for him she lost her breath, a grief beyond compare. anon 1685 2 808 2 0 0 0 1 0 148.51 F The rate of 148.51 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-04 Sampled and proofread 2008-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
THE True Lovers Overthrow , Whilst poor Amintas pin'd to Death , For Celia bright and fair , At last for him she lost her Breath , A grief beyond compare . To the Tune of State and Ambition .

AH Cupid ! thou provest unkind and too cruel , a true loving Shepherd thus strangely to wound , She that I counted my Love and my Jewel But let her prove Faithless , yet I will prove Loyal and tho she doth Tyrannise constant i l'e be ; For she that hath given to me the denial , my Ruin and Destiny soon she will see , Here panting I lye and am always complaining , how she to her true Love hath proved severe ; And when I consider her , scorn and disdaining , from my blubber'd eyes then I part with a Tear : And panting just like a disconsolate Lover , cry Celia how could'st thou be cruel to me ; As she her disdain so I folly discover , and now I am 〈…〉 Now I of my Senses am strangely bereaved , and captiv'd I am by the charms of her Eye ; Yet at my sad Torments she nothing is grieved , nor pitties me not tho in Fetters I lye , But if I at present am scorned and slighted , and nothing can prove more disdainful than she Yet she without Quession will once be requited , and then shee 'l remember her scorning of me . 'T is pitty that Cruelty's pleasing unto her , and that in disdain she should take a delight ; For one time or other I fear 't will undo her , and Tyrants but seldom get any thing by 't ; What Creature so fair coul'd so slight a poor Lover ? that never was pleas'd till her Beauty he see ; No Riches nor Pleasure I prized above her , Well since 't is my fate I must needs be contented , And under my burthen must patiently ly ; What 's for me alotted cannot be preuented : The worst she can do is to scorne till I Dy And when for her sake , with this World I have parted Those that do outlive me will sorrowful be , And say the poor Shepherd he dy's broken hearted So a sorrowful Epitaph write over me . And when a long time He in sorrow had pined , At last he submitted to conquering Death ; His vitals decaied and his life He resigned And sighing did yeild up his murmuring breath But when these sad tydings to Celia were carry'd That she her poor Shephard no oftner should see Since he by her cruelty so had miscarry'd She cr'yd there is none so unhappy as me . Ah Shepherd most Faithfull true , loyal , and constant Thou for thy fidelity payest to dear , Who 'd thinks that thy doom I should work in an instant And now my owne ruine I greatly do fear Yet 't will be but justice if I am requited For cruel disdain and for storming of thee ; My joys I do fear now will soon be benighted , Then ruin and sorrow will wait upon me . But now 't is too late my dear Love to recal thee , Thine eyes they are clos'd and thy Breath it is gone , Tho such cruel Destiny chanc'd to befall thee , In Loves cooler Shades I will , meet thee anon ; My Conscience is prick'd and my Senses confounded , Wherever I go I thy Spirit do see , I grieve that to Death a true Lover I wounded , And now the same Fate is attending on me . I slight all the comforts that morrtals can give me , And here on the Earth I no pleasure can take . There 's nothing on this side the Grave can relieve me , I must languishing dye for my true Lovers sake , And now my Amintas with speed do expect me , For soon in Eiziu●m with thee i l'e be : You powers of Love to the Shades now direct me , Where I my Amintas may joyfully see . Thus since you have heard of two true Lovers Ruine , I hope this to others a warning will be , Since this to them both did prove an undooing , The fruits of disdain here you plainly may see ; Let those that are now bound fast in Loves Fetter , Endeavour to fly from Pride , Scorn and Disdain , The Fruits of Love storming , but seldom proves better , What in pleasure begins , too oft endeth in pain . FINIS .