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Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

1.320-321 S126248 1 I Lou'd thee once Ile loue no more I Loved thee once, I'll love no more I Loved Thee Once I'll Love No More AS I sate in a pleasant shade, / vnder the arch of a thick Groue, SHe was the white at which I shot, / but ayming wide I could not hit her Imprint cropped: [[?] London Printed for E [or F?] Pepys 1.320-321 Rollins (1) II:3-7; STC 16864a.7 [A Mathewes] for [?] [c.1625]. Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over columns 1 & 2 : An aristocratic couple stand, their hands extended towards each other. The woman stands to the left of the cut, her left hand, holding a fan, extended towards the man. She wears an elaborate dress with a wide skirt (supported by a french farthingale?) split to reveal her underskirt, and an additional short overskirt. The bodice of her dress is decorated with a stripe and diamond pattern, the arms of her gown are decorated with a large stripe, and the bottom of the gown is also decorated with a stripe. She wears an elaborate hat with a feather, a large ruff, gloves, and low shoes. Her right hand holds an indeterminate object. The man stands to the right of the woodcut, his right leg and arm extended towards the woman. He wears a buttoned doublet or jacket, decorated with stripes, short full breeches, tall boots, a frilled collar, and a tall brimmed hat with a band and feather. Both appear to be smiling.: 95 x 98 Woodblock 2: second 1/2 sheet, over column 3: A bearded man stands with his right arm held across his body. He wears a buttoned doublet or jerkin, short, full breeches or slops, ribbon garters, high boots, spurs, a sword belt, and a tall hat with a brim and a plume. His left arm is extended forwards. Two plants are visible behind him.: 83 x 60 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over column 4: A woman stands in elaborate aristocratic costume. She wears a wide, elaborate ruff, and a hat with an adorned brim and a feather. Her dress features puffed shoulders and a bodice decorated with a panel showing a flower and leaves emerging from a vine. Her wide overskirt (supported by a french farthingale?) is split to display an elaborately embroidered underskirt. She holds a pair of gloves in her left hand. The woodcut appears cracked or broken in two places.: 93 x 58 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 320 1: 321 The Passionate Louer. The Passionate Lover. The Passionate Lover. The Second Part. The Second Part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 267 x 152 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 270 x 143 torn bottom left corner, uneven inking cropped top and bottom edges, torn bottom edge cast fleurons vertical rules and cast fleurons 1625 London Printed for E [or F?] E {F?} Weinstein: STC initials

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 6/27/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant 06/27/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # found in bl.uk 07/24/07 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked - ESTC S126248 2005 Transcriber Dolly Smith Ballad Transcribed 7/21/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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AS I sate in a pleasant shade, under the arch of a thick Grove, Where Nature had an Arbour made, I did begin to thinke of Love; Me thought it was a peevish toy, Because Loves God was but a Boy, and deepely vowd that in my breast such braineles phrensies should not rest. As I thus thought, there passed by one seemd a Goddesse, yet a Creature, Who did transpire me with her eye, and wound me with her heavenly feature: My heart she did so deepely wound, That I fell senceles to the ground, and was of sences quite bereavd, till with her hand I up was heavd. But her soft hand, diviner touch was cause of greater miserie, The vertue of her hand was such, that it pierst deeper then her eye, Her fingers are those venomd darts By which she pierceth tender hearts: her eyes be shafts, and if she ayme she doth the marke or kill, or mayme. I gazd so long upon her eyes, that I was taken in a snare, And made her captive, and her prize, bound in the tresses of her hayre: As I upon her beautie gaze, My erring thoughtes are in a maze, whereas they wander round about, [And] can[no]t find a passage out.
I thought she was the soveraine cure to salve this heart sick maladie, Because she did the wound procure, I thought she would be remedie: But the unkind denied releife, Like a bad Surgeon laucht my greife, and left it not as twas before, but cared lesse, and wounded more, The more I lookt, the worse my heart. the more I grieve, the lesse she cares, The more she smiles, the worse my smart, and she doth laugh when I shed teares: This is not Balsame for my sore, It helpes it lesse, and paines it more, and she may know if she be wise I can't be curde by contraries. Beautie is like a blasing light, that simple fooles doe flock unto, Like silly Flyes to that by night. till they themselves doe quite undoe, For while they dally with the Torch, They presently themselves doe scorch, then soone they fall, as soone they dye, oh that I were not such a Fly. I thought in Love were only joy, continuall truce, and never war, But now I see nought but annoy, feares and dispaires the ofspringer: Some Men perchance doe Hunny finde, If that they meet with one that's kind, but I have found that in this Bee there is no sweet, but sting for mee.
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SHe was the white at which I shot, but ayming wide I could not hit her Scornes and disdaines was all I got, she was to coy, I could not get her: But as for her, she shot so right That none her arrowes hinder might, Shee is so skilfull and so quick. That if shee shoots shee hits the prick, Unhappy I that face to view whose every looke shootes death at me, Whose every glance doth greive renew, and adde degrees to miserie: Then let those eyes in darkness languish, that were my Conduit's to this anguish, And let the Curtaines of sad night, Debar them of the joy of light. O thrise unhappy I to goe, unto the grove where shee was seene, It was the cause of all my woe: I wish that there I had not beene, Then let my legges waxe dry & wither, that were my porters brought me hither And let them fall and broken lye, like pillars by times injurie When that I heard the fatall voice, that shee pronounc't against my blisse: My heart for very anguish stird, and ready was pale death to kisse, If her least word can doe such wronge: why was shee borne with such a tongue, And I to heavens will put this suite, that I were deafe or she were mute,
Why should dame nature make such faces, and so adorne these heavenly creatures: When they doe want those milder graces, That doe adde grace unto their features Like to the Syrens they allure: that no man can their Charmes indure, And in the lookes where grace should ly: sharpe frownes sits in and puts grace by I thought in that soft Sattin skin, which being toucht doth seeme to melt, And in that brest which tempts to sinne: and ravish men when it is fealt, There had not beene so hard a hart; since softnes was in every part, Oh why should Nature make a Jewell, to be so Lovely and so Cruell: The burning fever of fond love, hath now corrupted every part: My legges too weake can hardly move; and love hath festered to my heart, My sinewes shrirke my hart-strings ake, My pulses leape my joynts doe shake: And every limbe and every sence, is plagued for my eyes offence. Then let my soule post hence away, And with swift flight from me be gone, Why should it with mee longer stay: in such a rotten mansion; O Let it take the last farewell, in such a house no longer dwell, While I for grife would farther speake, my soule flyes out my heart-strings break
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