Unconstant Damon: or Clorinda's languishing lamentation: to a delightfull new tune, or, He that loves best must suffer most. Licensed according to order· This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06386 of text N26732 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing U34). 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 B06386 Wing U34 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.39.k.6[64] 99887443 ocm99887443 182150 2248539278

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06386) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182150) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:1[64]) Unconstant Damon: or Clorinda's languishing lamentation: to a delightfull new tune, or, He that loves best must suffer most. Licensed according to order· 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, J[onah]. Deacon, J[osiah]. Blare, and J[ohn]. Back., [London] : [between 1688-1692] Date, place of publication and publishers' names from Wing. Verse: "Some mournful muse attend my quill ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Unconstant Damon: or Clorinda's languishing lamentation: to a delightfull new tune, or, He that loves best must suffer most. Licensed according to ord anon 1692 1 532 0 0 0 10 0 0 1879.7 F The rate of 1879.7 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 2008-07 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
Unconstant Damon : OR , Clorinda's Languishing Lamentation : To a delightfull new Tune , or , He that loves best must suffer most .

Licensed according to Order .

I. SOme mournful Muse attend my Quill , While I the Shades and Valleys fill , With Sighs and sad lamenting Cries , Since Damon doth my Love despise : Here for his sake I bleeding lye , And fain I would but cannot dye . II. Among the Mountains did I rove , And likewise e'ery silent Grove , To find out my Disloyal Swain ; But yet I find it all in vain . Now for his sake I bleeding lye , And fain I would but cannot dye . III. When first the Shades I did frequent , I little knew what Lovers meant ; My freedom then I did enjoy , But Damon did the same destroy : Now for his sake I bleeding lye , And fain I would but cannot dye . 4. Why doth the God of Love invade The Heart of a young harmless Maid ? And leave me likewise bound , faith she , In Chains of sad Captivity ? Where I in Sorrow sighing lye , And fain I would , but cannot dye . 5. No longer can I now Conceal My flames , but must the same reveal ; For Cupid with his Golden Dart , Has wounded deep my yielding Heart , Soe that in melting Tears I lye , And fain I would , but cannot dye . 6. The Rose and Lillys which did twine , Here in these youthful Cheeks of mine , Are now become as pale as Lead , Since all my splendid Glory 's fled : For Damon' s sake , I Bleeding lye , And fain I would , but cannot dye . 7. The fatal stroke make haste to give , For I had rather dye than live In so much Torment , Grief and Pain ; Farewell thon false and perjur'd Swain ; In Grief alas ! I bleeding lye , And fain I would , but cannot dye . 8. Here I invoke the Powers above , To pitty me whose Pain is Love , And yield me now this day Relief , To ease the anguish of my Grief : For here alas ! I bleeding lye , And fain I would , but cannot dye . 9. What have I done to cause this Woe ? Why does the Fares afflict me so ? Why don't my Heart this minute break ? And Death a Final Conquest make : For here alas ! I Bleeding lye , And fain I would but cannot dye . 10. The Nymph that now enjoys my Dear . While I in sorrow Languish here , She little knows my Wretched State , The which no Mortal can relate : For here alas ! I bleeding lye , And fain I would , but cannot dye .

Printed for P. Brooksby , J. Deacon , J. Blare , J. Back .