The lovers mad fits and fancies to a delightful new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B09446 of text R180163 in the English Short Title Catalog. 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. 5KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B09446 Wing L3254E ESTC R180163 ocm 62369451

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo The lovers mad fits and fancies. To a delightfull new tune. n/a 1663 3 723 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-08 Sampled and proofread 2014-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Lovers Mad Fits and Fancies . To a Delightfull New Tune .

a man
a woman holding a fan

I Dote , I dote , but am a Sot to show it I was a very fool to let her know it For now she doth so cunning grow She proves a Friend worse than a Foe She 'l neither hold me fast , nor let me go For she tels me I cannot forsake her , Then streight I indeavour to leave her but to make me stay , she throws a kiss in my way O then I could tarry for ever . Then I retire , salute and sit down by her Then do I fry in frost , and fréez in fire , And Nectar from her lips I sup Although I cannot drink all up . Yet I am foxt with kissing of the Cup . For her lips are two brimmers of Claret When first I began to miscarry her breasts of delight are two bottles of white , And her eyes like two cups of Canary . Drunk as I live , dead drunk without reprieve And all my secrets drivel through a Sive Vpon my neck , her arms she layeth Then all is Gospel that she sayeth Which I lay hold on with my fudled Faith For I finde a fond Lover a Drunkard And dangerous when once she flies out with lips , and with sips black eyes , and white thighs Blind Cupid sure tippled his eyes out . She bids me rise , tells me I must be wise And be like her , for she 's not in love she cries , Then do I fume , and sret , and throw Shall I be fettered to my Foe ? Then I begin to run , but cannot go : I prethée Swéet use me more kindly 'T is better to hold me fast if you once dis-ingage your Bird from his Cage Beléeve me he 'le leave you at last .
The Second Part , to the same Tune .
a man
a woman
LIke a Sot I sit , that fill'd the town with wit But now I confess I have most néed of it : I have béen drunk with Duck and Dear Above a quarter of a year . Beyond the cure of sleeping or small bear , For I think I can number the months too July , August , September , October : thus goes my account but a mischief light on 't , For i 'me sure I shall go when i 'me sober . My legs are lam'd , my courage is quite sam'd , My heart and my body is inflam'd : Now by experience I can prove , And swear by all the Gods above 'T is better to be drunk with wine than love , For good Sack makes us merry and witty Our fore-heads with Jewels adorning and although we do grope yet there is some hope That a man may be sober next morning . Now with command , she throws me from her hand She bids me go , & knows I cannot stand I measure all the ground by trips , Was ever a Sot so drunk with Sips ? Or ever man so over-séen with Lips ? I pray y' Madam Fickle be faithfull And leave off your damnable dodging either love me , or leave me and do not deceive me But let me go home to my Lodging . I have too much , and yet my folly is such I cannot leave , but must have the tother touch Here is a Health to the King — How now , I 'me drunk , and shall speak Treason I vow , But Lovers & Fools , may speak any thing you know I fear I have tyred your patience But i 'me sure 't is I have the wrong on 't , my wit is bereft me and all that is left me Is but just enough to make a Song on 't . my Lady and I shall never comply And that is the short and the long on 't .
FINIS .

London , Printed for F. Coles , T. Vere , W. Gilbertson , and J. Wright .