Joy to the person of my love. or, A lovers complaint for the unkindness of his mistriss. To be sung with its own proper tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B25371 of text R229211 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. 3KB 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 B25371 Wing J1120B Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[50] ESTC R229211 ocm99888240

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Love -- England -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Joy to the person of my love. or, A lovers complaint for the unkindness of his mistriss. : To be sung with its own proper tune. n/a 1670 1 433 5 0 0 0 0 0 115.47 F The rate of 115.47 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2014-03 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
Ioy to the Person of my Love . Or , A Lovers Complaint for the unkindness of his Mistriss . To be Sung with its own proper Tune . JOY to the person of my Love , altho that she doth me disdain . Fix'd are my Thoughts and cannot move , but yet alas ! I love in vain . Shall I lose the sight Of my joy and hearts delight ? Or shall I leave my suit ? Shall I strive to touch ? Oh no! it were too much , She is forbidden Fruit . Oh! wo is me , that ever I did see the beauty that did me bewitch ; Yet ne're , alas ! I must forego that face , the Treasure I esteem'd so much . O! shall I range into some Dale ? or to the Mountains mourn : Sad Echo's shall resound my Tale ; or whither shall I turn ? Shall I buy that Love No life to me will give , But deeply wounds my heart ? If I fly away . She will not cry , stay , My sorrows to convert . Oh! no , no , she will not say so , but confortless I must be gone ; Yet though she be so froward unto me , I 'le love her ▪ or I will love none . O! that I might but understand the reason of her hate , To him that would be at her Command , in Love ▪ in Life , in State : Then should I no more In heart be griev'd so sore , Not sad with Discontent ; But since that I have lov'd A Maid that so has prov'd Unkind , I do repent : Something unkind hath settled in her mind that caused her to leave me so : Sweet seem to me , but half so kind to be , or let me the occasion know . A thousand Fortunes fall ever to her share although she hath rejected me , And fill'd my heart with sad despalr , yet will I ever constant be For she is the Dame My Tongue shall ever name , Fair Branch of Modestie , Chast in Heart and Mind ; O! were she half so kind , Then would she pity me . Sweet turn at last , be kind as thou are chast and let me in thy bosom dwell ; So shall we 〈◇〉 , the pleasures of Loves pain ; Till 〈…〉 dearest dear farewel . ●INIS .