Cupid's courtesie: or, The young gallant foil'd at his own weapon. He scorned Cupid and his dart, until he felt a wounded heart. To a most pleasant Northern tune, &c. J. P. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06923 of text S115265 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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 B06923 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[58] 99887632 ocm99887632 183256 2248540654

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06923) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183256) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[47]) Cupid's courtesie: or, The young gallant foil'd at his own weapon. He scorned Cupid and his dart, until he felt a wounded heart. To a most pleasant Northern tune, &c. J. P. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed by and for W.O. for A.M. and sold by the booksellers [..., London: : 1695] Verse: "Thro' the cool shady woods ..." Cf. Wing P49 which has "Cupids" in the title. Date of publication suggested by Wing. Imperfect: cropped and stained. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Cupid's courtesie: or, The young gallant foil'd at his own weapon. He scorned Cupid and his dart, until he felt a wounded heart. To a most pleasant No J. P. 1695 2 638 2 0 0 0 0 0 31.35 C The rate of 31.35 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2010-01 Sampled and proofread 2010-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Cupid's Courtesie : OR , THE Young GALLANT Foil'd at his own Weapon . He scorned Cupid and his Dart , Until he felt a wounded Heart . To a most pleasant Northern Tune , &c.

Thro' the cool shady Woods , as I was ranging , I heard the pretty Birds notes sweetly changing ; Down by a Meadow side , there runs a River , A little Boy I espy'd with Bow and Quiver : Little Boy tell me why thou art here diving ? Art thou some Run-away , and hast no biding ? I am no Run-away , Venus my Mother , She gave me leave to play , when I came hither . Little Boy go with me , and be my Servant , I will take care to see for thy preferment . If I with thee should go , Venus would chide me , And take away my Bow , and never abide me . Little Boy let me know , what 's thy name termed , That thou dost wear a Bow , and go'st so armed ? You may perceive the same , with often changing , Cupid it is my name , I live by ●anging . If Cupid be thy name , that shoots at Rovers , I have heard of thy fame , by wounded Lovers . Should any ●anguish that are set on fire , By such a naked Brat I much admire . If thou dost but the least , at my Laws grumble , I 'll pierce thy stubborn breast . and make thee humble : If I with golden Dart would thee but surely , There 's no Physitian 's Art , that e'er can cure thee . Little Boy with thy Bow , why dost thou threaten ; It is not long ago , since thou was beaten ; Thy wanton Mother fair , Venus will chide thee ; When all thy Arrows are gone , thou may'st go hide thee . Of powerful Shafts you see , I am well stored . Which makes my Deity so much adored : With one poor Arrow now I 'll make thee shiver , And bend unto my Bow , and fear my Quiver . Dear little Cupid be courteous and kindly , I know thou canst not hit , but shootest blindly . Although thou call'st me blind , surely i 'll hit thee , That thou shalt quickly find , i 'll not forget thee . Then little Cupid caught . his Bow so nimble , And shot a fatal Shaft which made him tremble . Go tell thy Mistress dear , thou can'st discover , What all the Passions are of a dying Lover . And now his gallant heart sorely was bleeding ▪ And felt the greatest smart from Love proceeding : He did her help implore , whom he affected ; But found that more and more him she rejected . For Cupid , with his Craft , quickly had chosen , And with a leaden Shaft , her heart had frozen ; Which caus'd this Lover more sadly to languish , And Cupid's Aid implore to heal his Anguish . He humble Pardon crav'd for his Offence past , And vow'd himself a Slave and to Love stedfast ; His Prayers so ardent were , whilst his heart panted , That Cupid lent an ear , and his suit granted . For by his present Plaint , he was regarded , And his adored Saint his love rewarded : And now they live in Ioy , sweetly imbracing , And left the little Boy in this Woods chasing .

London : Printed by and for W. C. for A. M. and sold by the Booksellers .