An answer to Loves the cause of my mourning, Sung with its own proper tune: This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B17144 of text R229174 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. 2KB 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 B17144 Wing A3359B Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[25] ESTC R229174 ocm99888210

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo An answer to Loves the cause of my mourning, : Sung with its own proper tune: n/a 1670 1 355 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. 2014-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-04 Sampled and proofread 2014-04 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
AN ANSWER To LOVES THE CAUSE OF MY MOURNING , Sung with its own proper Tune : WHen first my poor heart unacquainted to love , The god with his bow and his arrow did prove So soft was the warmth it so gently did move , As yet the green wound was not bleeding . I knew not what ail'd me , but something I found I never felt before , which the more did abound As Straphon I thought on and walk't over the ground Where his milkie white flock he was feeding . But now alas , it doth increase to fatal loves excess , Never was poor Shepherdess so qite undone Yet though it should kill me I never will express To Straphon the cause of my thraldome . Straphon the brave , the Witty , and Gay , So fine were the Notes he so sweetly did play , That he charmed the whole Nimphs of the plain in the day But all night he keeps my Heart burning How cruels the custom forbids to reveal A passion so strong , so hard to conceal , To the desart I 'le go and the plain bid farewell For Love is the cause of my mourning . There the sweet Nightingal in mournful notes shall knell My lovesome funeral as she is flying . Till the Rocks shall resound , and Straphon tell , The sad account of my dying . But when the birds voice disturbed Straphons rest With the dismall account of Beatie the best For pity the love peirced his generous breast , That ranged the whole forrest to find her . And by a murmuring brook as he past , Just ready to dye he found her at last : In passion with ardour his mind he exprest , At length for to hear he inclin'd her . Then tenderly by degrees , begging upon his knees She his heart would appease , gently replying , Is this my dear Straphon she straight was at ease . So the Shepherd sav'd her from dying . FINIS .