The vvitty damsel of Devonshire: or, A dialogue between a mother and her daughter, concerning Robin the miller whom the daughter hated, and resolved to marry William the plowman whom she dearly loved. Tune of Here I love, there I love: or, The two English travellers. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06667 of text R227481 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing W3239). 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 B06667 Wing W3239 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[153] 99887357 ocm99887357 182070 2264219778

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06667) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182070) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[153]) The vvitty damsel of Devonshire: or, A dialogue between a mother and her daughter, concerning Robin the miller whom the daughter hated, and resolved to marry William the plowman whom she dearly loved. Tune of Here I love, there I love: or, The two English travellers. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for P[hilip]. Brooksby, J[onah]. Deacon, J[osiah]. Blare, and J[ohn]. Back., [London] : [between 1688-1692] Verse: "Dear daughter come hither and hear what I say ..." Date, place of publication and publishers' names from Wing. Wing CD-ROM, 1996 gives range of dates: 1688-1692. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The vvitty damsel of Devonshire: or, A dialogue between a mother and her daughter, concerning Robin the miller whom the daughter hated, and resolved t anon 1692 1 720 13 0 0 0 0 0 180.56 F The rate of 180.56 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 Witty Damsel of Devonshire :

OR , A Dialogue between a Mother and her Daughter , concerning Robin the Miller whom the Daugther hated , and resolved to marry William the Plowman whom she dearly Loved .

Tune of Here I Love , there I Love : Or , The two English Travellers .

Licensed according to Order .

DEar Daughter come hither and hear what I say , When do you intend to be Married I pray , Poor Robin the Miller lies sick fo● your sake , Some pity of him I would have you now take . He vow● that he loves you as dear as his life , And has a desire to make you his wife ; Then do not be cru●l dear Daughter , said she ; For why , he lo●●● none in the Nation but thee . I ●ill not believe him dear Mother she cry'd , Th●●e's Prudenc● young Bridget , nay Susan beside , Nay Nelly , and Nancy , likewise Bonny Kate , All these youthful Lad●es he courted o● late . As soon as their Innocent Hearts were betray'd , He never regarded the Vows that he made ; Now if he do's languish , i'faith let him dye , I know he is given to flatter and lye . My d●ar loving Daughter I an 't of that mind , I 'm certain he never can prove so unkind ; Afford him all kindness and love that you can ; you 'll find this poor Miller a right Honest Man . His life I would have you endeavour is save , For why should you send him with Sighs to the Grave ; Poor heart he doth languish and cry day night , That you are resolved to ruin him quite . His strange Protestetions I vow and declare , Are none but self-notions young Maids to ensnare ; Therefore I 'll have nothing to do with him then , These Millers I know to be false hearted Men. His death I am certain we need never fear , For Loyal to any he ne'er did appear ; Young Lasses he now courts a Store and above , Then hang him dear Mother he 'll ne'er dye for love . Besides I must tell you his calling I hate , And never desire to live at that rate , Before the Toll-dish my Apparel shall give , I will stay a Maiden as long as I live . I wonder dear Daughter you should be so coy , Both Riches and Pleasure you soon would enjoy , Beyond your Three Sisters Kate , Dolly and Joan For Robin you know has a Mill of his own . Likewise he has three or four Acres of Land , And al●o good Silver and Gold at command , He tells me that you shall be Dame of his store , Now think of this Daughter , what man can say more . I care not a Fig for his silver and Gold , Tho' he had as much as my Apron could hold , Nor yet do I value his owning a Mill ; If ever I wed it shall be honest Will. His living he gets by the sweat of his Brow , Sometimes by his Thrashing then Harrow and Plow , By honest hard labour he lives true and just , But Millers you know they are Thieves as the best . I value not Robin , nay Richard nor Ralph , If 〈◊〉 am with William m● thinks I am safe , For why to his Honour , nay Glory and Fame , We now have a right valiant King of his Name . But as for the Robins it never was know , That they were thought worthy to come near the throne , Then Heavens preserve all the Williams therefore It being the Name which I dearly adore . Her Mother immediately made this Reply ; Let Robin the Miller with languishing dye , With these prety sayings my Heart you have won , I will have a William likewise to my son .

Printed for P. Brooksby , I. Deacon , I. Blare , and I. Back .