Loves lamentable tragedy, When cruel lovers prove unkind, great sorrows they procure; and such strange pains the slighted find, that they cannot endure. To a pleasant new play-house tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B07103 of text xxx in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing L3270A). 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. 3 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 B07103 Wing L3270A 99887893 ocm99887893 183552 2248540766

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B07103) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183552) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[344]) Loves lamentable tragedy, When cruel lovers prove unkind, great sorrows they procure; and such strange pains the slighted find, that they cannot endure. To a pleasant new play-house tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [S.l. : 1682] Imprint suggested by Wing. Verse: "Tender hearts of London city ..." Trimmed. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo Loves lamentable tragedy, When cruel lovers prove unkind, great sorrows they procure; and such strange pains the slighted find, that they cannot endur anon 1682 1 944 20 0 0 50 0 0 5508.47 F The rate of 5508.47 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-10 Sampled and proofread 2008-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Loves Lamentable Tragedy When true Lovers prove unkind , great sorrows they procure , And such strange pains the slighted find , that they cannot endure .

TEnder hearts of London City , now be mov'd with grief and pitty , since by Lov● I am undone ; Now I languish in mine anguish , too too soon my heart was won . By him I am strangely slighted , In whom I so long delighted , he unkindly shews disdain ; And my grief is past relief , alas ! my heart will break with pain . Damon you my passion knew well , How then could you be so cruel ? first my heart to set on fire ; 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Come and see me as I 'm lying , Bleeding for your sake and dying , yet my Ghost shall trouble you , When I depart with , broken heart , then all your comforts bid adieu . Thou shalt never be contented , But by night and day tormented , since thou wert so false to me : Celia dying , thus lay crying , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Down her Cheeks the tears did trickle , Blaming Damon too too fickle ; till her tender heart was broke ; Discontented thus she fainted , yielding to Death's fatal stroke . When this news to him was carried , All his joys were spoyl'd and marred , and his heart was fill'd with pain ; Still expressing , what a blessing , he had lost by his disdain .
The Young-man's Answer . Oh! ye powers be kind unto me , Else my sorrows will undo me , I am so perplext in mind ; I deny'd her , and defy'd her , that was loving , chaste and kind . Now methinks I'm strangely daunted By her Ghost I shall be haunted , wheresoever I do go , I shall see her , mine own dear . since I wrought her overthrow . Thus he pausing stood , and thinking Looking as if he were sinking , while his countenance grew pale , Death come ease me , quickly seize me for methinks my Spirits fail . In his conscience he was wounded , And his senses were confounded , tears ran trickling from his Eye ; But his sorrow , pierc'd him thorow , then he vow'd for love to dye . Then his joynts began to shiver , Straight he walks into the River , there to build his watry Tomb , Often crying , and replying , Celia now I come , I come . FINIS .

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Loves Lamentable TRAGEDY , When cruel Lovers prove unkind , Great sorrows they procure ; And such strange pains the slighted find , That they cannot endure . To a pleasant new Play-house Tune . Tender hearts of London City , Now be mov'd with grief and pitty since by love I am undone : Now I languish in mine angish too too soon my heart was won . By him I am strangly slighted , In whom I so long delighted : he unkindly shews disdain , And my grief is past relief , alas ! my heart will break with pain . Damon you my passion knew well , How then could you be so cruel ? first my heart to set on fire : Then to leave me , and deceive me , when I granted your desire . Come and see me as I 'm lying , Bleeding for your sake and dying , yet my Ghost shall trouble you , When I depart with , broken heart , then all your Comforts bid adieu . Thou shalt never be contented , But by night and day tormented , since thou wert so false to me : Celia dying , thus lay crying , I will be a plague to thee . Down her Cheeks the tears did trickle , Blaming Damon too too fickle , till her tender heart was broke : Discontented thus she fainted , yielding to Death's fatal stroke . When this News to him was carried , All his joys were spoill'd and marred , and his heart was fill'd with pain ; Still expressing , what a blessing , he had lost by his disdain .
The Young-man's Answer . Oh! ye powers be kind unto me , Else my sorrows will undo me , I am so perplext in mind ; I deny'd her , and defy'd her , that was loving , chast and kind . Now methinks I'm strangely daunted By her Ghost I shal be haunted , wheresoever I do go , I shal see her , mine own dear , since I wrought her overthrow . Thus he pausing stood , and thinking Looking as if he were sinking , while his countenance grew pale , Death come ease me , quickly seize me for methinks my Spirits fail . In his Conscience he was wounded , And his Senses were confounded , tears ran trickling from his Eye : But his sorrow , pierc'd him thorow , then he vow'd for love to dye . Then his ioynts began to shiver , Straight he walks into the River , there to build his watry Tomb , Often crying , and replying , Celia now I come , I come .
FINIS .