The two Lymas lovers, Thomas and Betty. Set forth in a dialogue between them at his departure ... Tune of, She so ungrateful a creature. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06316 of text R235578 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing T3488). 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 B06316 Wing T3488 ESTC R235578 52612474 ocm 52612474 179699 2240893639

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06316) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 179699) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English Books, 1641-1700 ; 2797:3) The two Lymas lovers, Thomas and Betty. Set forth in a dialogue between them at his departure ... Tune of, She so ungrateful a creature. 1 sheet ([2] p.) : ill. (woodcuts) Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Gilt-spur-street, [London] : [between 1682 and 1700] Caption title. Place and date range of publication from Wing. Printed in black letter, in two columns. Following title: "This may be printed. R.P." Reproduction of the original in the Bodleian Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The two Lymas lovers, Thomas and Betty. Set forth in a dialogue between them at his departure. Altho' they part, yet still his heart was true, he lov' [no entry] 1671 1 620 3 0 0 0 0 0 48.39 D The rate of 48.39 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 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 two Lymas Lovers , Thomas and Betty . Set forth in a Dialogue between them at his Departure . Altho' they part , yet still his Heart was true , he lov'd her dear . And likewise she in Loyalty , did perfectly appear , Tune of , O so so ungrateful a Creature ,

This may be Printed .

R. P.

FAirest of Creatures I leave thee , now for a Twelve month or more , Yet I will never deceive thee , but will thy blessings restore ; When I return from the Ocean , Gold I will bring to my dear , For my sweet Iewels promotion , there is no Perils i le fear . Surely thy words they are ki●ling , which to my sorrow I hear , Never was Maid more unwi●ling , than I to part with my dear , Why wilt thou hazard the dangers , of the Tempestious Seas , With the abuses of Strangers , when thou might live at thy ease . Why should those dangers affright us , Seamen must ne'r be dismay'd There is nothing can delight us , more then a prosperous Trade : Sailing from Nation to Nation , travelling Seamen behold , Wonderful Works of Creation , bring home the Indian Gold .

Why dost thou tell me of treasure ? threaten me that thou wilt roam , Can I possess greater plesure , then to embrace thee at home ? O that I might but enjoy thee , 't is what thy true-lover craves , Here there is none can annoy thee , no not the turbulent Waves . What tho' a while we are parted ? heaven still will be my guide , Why should I then be faint hearted ? since there is many beside , Captain , with valliant stout Seamen , Bowson with all the whole Crew , Marryed Men as well as Freemen , Fears not what Tempests can do . Dearest thy language does grieve me , being surrounded with fears , Hast thou the power to leave me , drowned with sorrowful tears ? When I consider my Iewel , whom I so dearly adore , Meet with those Billows so cruel , where I shall see him no more . Love , when most terrible thunder , causes a Tempest to rise , Tearing your Rigging asunder , ●ost between Billows and Skies . Weeping alas ! must relieve me , while thou art Sailing the Sea , Nothing in nature doth grieve me , more than the parting with thee , Prithee be patient my Sweeting , let nothing trouble thy mind , There will be joy in next meeting , thou shalt asuredly find , When I return you shall flourish , Iewels to thee I will give , And in my Arms I will nourish . my Love as long as I live . No one but thee I will Marry , whom I do dearly adore , Tho I no longer can carry with thee my Iewel on Shore : Let it be still thy endeavour , truly contented to be , Tho for a while we must sever , I will be Loyal to thee . Seeing we must be divided , and that thou wilt have thy will , May you by Blessings be guided , thus I shall pray for thee still : That nothing may e're anoy thee , while thou com'st safe to the Shore , Love I shall long to enjoy thee , and to behold thee once more .

Printed for I. Deacon , at the Angel in Gilt spur-street .