Loves fierce dispute. An excellent new song sung with its own proper tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B26278 of text R229207 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. 4KB 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 B26278 Wing L3266A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[46] ESTC R229207 ocm99888236

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Love -- England -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo Loves fierce dispute. . An excellent new song sung with its own proper tune. n/a 1670 1 735 14 0 0 0 0 0 190.48 F The rate of 190.48 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2014-05 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-07 Sampled and proofread 2014-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Loves Fierce Dispute AN EXCELLENT NEW SONG Sung with its own proper tune , A Fierce Dispute of late there was Between a young Man and a Lass ; F 〈…〉 he b●gan to Complement , Thi● king ●er humor to content ; And with these words he did her greet Thrice welcome unto me my sweet ; I pray you now before you go , If you love me , tell me so . Kind Sir she said , I pray be mute , Break ●ff discourse and slack your sure , For I am not dispos'd at all , To come at every young Mans call : Nor sh●ll blind Cupid with his dart , Make an incision in my Heart ; Therefore forbear my Company , I cannot love thee no not I. My love to thee is most intire , And this of thee I do desire , To speak the very truth of mind , Tha● I the truth thereof may find , And as your are a vertuous Maid , Make answer to that which I have said , Whether you are my freind or foe , If you love me tell me so . The Lass to him replyed again , I am a Maid I tell you plain , And as I am a Maid , quoth she , So take this Answer now of me , I have no Love for thee in store , Therefore I pray thee tempt no more , These wo●ds I 'll say untill I dy , I cannot love thee no not I. I 'll give thee Gold , I 'll give thee Pearl , If thou will fancie me my Girl , I 'll give the House , I 'll give thee Land , I 'll give thee silver in thy hand . I 'll give thee costly Robs to wear , That not one shall with thee compare , Then never stand to answer no , If you love me tell me so . It s not your Gifts shall me entice To change my vertue into Vice , Nor shall that flattering tongue of thine , Inchant the settled heart of mine , I had rather go in needy rags , Then have thee with thy Golden Bags , I am resolved a Maid to dy , I cannot love thee no not I. If no perswasion may thee move , To change this hate and fall to Love , There is no other hopes of me , But I will die for love of thee , Then may the World both judge & say That thou hast cast a Man away , To save my Life before you go , If you love me tell me so . Suppose thou might my life command A naked Sword drawn in my hand , And that thou aimst to Pierce my heart , I sute would take it in good part , I had rather so to end my Life , Then for to yeild to be thy wife , And for my own part live or dy , I cannot love thee no not I. Why then farewell thou scornfull dame As thou art stout I 'll be the same , And as thou ●as● been ●oy ●o me , Hence for●h I 'll do the like by thee , I make no doubt e're long to find , A love agreeing to my mind , Adieu , adieu , my unkind foe , Th●u never more shall say me no . Nay stay sweet love run not too fast , You make as if you were in haste . Before you go take here a Kiss , In token of a true lovers bliss . Take hand & heart & all that 's mine Henceforth for ever shall be thine I 'll be thy true and loving Wife , Whilst I possess my breath and life . Now are the bitter storms all past . Sweet crums of comfort comes at last The raging winds doth cease to blow ▪ And Beachus cups doth overflow , My Love hath tyed a true Loves knot , Her Love shall never be forgot . Though she at first did say me no She 's now my own and shall be so . FINIS .