The true lover's paradice. Cupid with his golden dart! Pierc'd this youngster in the heart; he counts love a pleasant pain, and his freedom doth disdain. Let other lovers pattern take by him who'll dye for Celia's sake. To an excellent new play-house tune: or, Oh how pleasant are the charms of love. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06257 of text R228610 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T2753). 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 B06257 Wing T2753 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[461] 99887924 ocm99887924 183573 2240887125

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06257) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183573) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[364]) The true lover's paradice. Cupid with his golden dart! Pierc'd this youngster in the heart; he counts love a pleasant pain, and his freedom doth disdain. Let other lovers pattern take by him who'll dye for Celia's sake. To an excellent new play-house tune: or, Oh how pleasant are the charms of love. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven in Holborn., [London] : [between 1692-1700] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "Ah! how pleasant are the charms of love ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The true lover's paradice. Cupid with his golden dart! Pierc'd this youngster in the heart; he counts love a pleasant pain, and his freedom doth disda anon 1700 1 571 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 Lover's Paradice . Cupid with his Golden Dart Pierc'd this Youngster to the Heart ; He counts Love a pleasant pain , And his Freedom doth disdain , Let other Lovers pattern take By him who 'll Dye for Celia's sake , To an Excellent New Play-House Tune : Or , Ah how Pleasant are the Charms of Love .

AH ! how pleasant are the Charms of Love , which like Streams are always flowing ? Ah! how pleasant are the Charms of Love , which like Streams are always flowing ? So my Passion 's still a growing , nothing but my Celia's eyes can move , So my Passion 's stil a growing , perfect and immortal are the joys above . When Celia did my heart surprize , every Sinew felt a pleasure : Each kind look from her obliging eyes fill'd my heart with endless Treasure : Love , O Love ! is the only Treasure , joy and blessing from the grave and wise , Give me Love , and Life , and Pleasure , I shall never envy what the World enjoys . In Love I chiefly now delight , and Doting grown in me on wonder , The Darts which did me once affright , and dread me far worse than Thunder , Now are welcome unto me , increasing still my warm desire : Celia's Captive I must be , 't is she and none but she , that feeds my fire . 'T is she that breeds my hearts content , I am like one dead without her , If from me once she doth absent , she carries all joys about her : With her looks she kills or saves me , and breeds my comfort , or my grief , In subjection she enslaves me , Celia thou most cunningly hast plaid the Thief . I now take pleasure in my Chains , in my Fetters I delight me , Yet sure to feel uncessant pains , if my Celia once doth slight me : On my heart is her impression , adding to my passion night and day , I from Love make no digression , Celia at thy feet my dearest Life I 'll lay . Oh was ever such a pleasant wound as my tender heart hath pierced ? Or ever such a pleasing found : or any in love better versed ; Freedom now shall be despised , and Celia I am only thine ; His sences sure must be disguised that in his heart desires to be a Libertine . Cupid I will only thee adore , and account it clear my Duty , My reason I do shew therefore , 't is I am compell'd by Beauty Thy fairest eyes have so encharm'd me , thy self love I must deny , And Love's Fire 's so strangely warm'd me , Celia I must freely for thy Love can dye . Farewell all those pleasant Ioys wherein Free-men are delighted ; For they to me appear as Toys , by me they ever shall be slighted : Love 's the thing that doth possess me , his Riches fain I would enjoy , With my Celia , Cupid bless me , nothing then of Crosses can my Love annoy .

Printed for I. Conyers at the Black Raven in Holborn .