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1.332-333 S126268 3 Did you see Nan to day? Did You See Nan Today? Virginia Virginia Virginia Virginia VVHen that I call to minde my great extremities, / Then no way can I find ease for my miseries: OF late it was my chance, / a walking for to be,; (Part 3) I Am thy Louer namelesse, / and so I will be still: Two ballads on one 1/2 sheet Pepys 1.332-333 Rollins (1) I:177-179; STC 16864a.5 [G. Eld] for E. W[right c.1617]; Rollins (2) ?1592 (Oct. 19, 1593, II, 638, Jno. Danter). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over column 1 : A bearded gentleman with a cape or cloak draped over his shoulders. He wears a tall hat and has a sword sheath appearing below his cape. He wears low shoes and hose with ribbon garters.: 80 x 50 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, over columns 2 & 3: A bearded man stands with his right hand on his hip. He is dressed in a doublet, slops, hose, boots, and wears a hat with plumes and a brim. A cloak over his left shoulder conceals his left arm and hangs behind him. His doublet has a broad collar, and projecting shoulders. He wears a sword belt and stands on uneven terrain .: 78 x 61 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over column 4: A lady stands facing towards her right. In her right hand, she holds a large feather fan (or a branch?). The lady wears a large stiff ruff and a necklace or chain. Her full skirt (supported by a french farthingale?) and the front of her dress is decorated with a row of large flowers. : 81 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: 332 1: 333 The Louers Lamentation to his loue Nanny, The Lovers Lamentation to his love Nanny, The Lover's Lamentation to His Love Nanny, The Flattering Louers farewell to his Loue Nanny.; (Part 3) The Comfortable answere of Nanny, shewing her constant Loue to her / best beloued. The Flattering Lovers farewell to his Love Nanny.; [Part 3] The Comfortable answere of Nanny, shewing her constant Love to her best beloved. The Flattering Lover's Farewell to His Love Nanny.; [Part 3] The Comfortable Answer of Nanny, Showing Her Constant Love to Her Best Beloved. 1/2 sheet folio, ?originally left part, 270 x 195 1/2 sheet folio, ?originally left part, 270 x 195; (Part 3) 1/2 sheet folio, ?originally right part, 265 x 145 cropped and torn left edge, cropped right edge, damaged surface, uneven inking cropped and torn left edge, cropped right edge, damaged surface, uneven inking; (Part 3) uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1617 Imprinted at London for E. W. E.W. Weinstein: STC initials; third part imprint: At London printed for E. W.

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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 6/26/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant infidelity love 06/26/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 07/26/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Ballad Checked 2006 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 7/22/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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WHen that I call to minde my great extremities, Then no way can I finde ease for my miseries: I sit me downe to weepe forced by folly, To weare the Garland gay, birch and green holly. I droope, being discontent, but no man knowes it: I curse my wofull state, my gesture shewes it: My heart with bleeding teares my eyes distilling, With wofull sighs and sobs, Venus blood spilling. Did you see Nan to day my pretty Nanny, My heart, my Love, my joy, and mine owne Cunny? Banishe her company, I live in misery, This is the life I lead for my sweet Hunny. If I mistake me not, thou art a kind one, Should I goe seeke a love where should I finde one: It may be gentle sweet, if thou wilt prove me, Fancy may guide me so that I may love thee. Although I be but young doe not forgoe me, I have lov'd ever since first I did know thee: And love thee still I wil if thou wilt prove me, I can say nothing else, but that I love thee. Tell me then gentle sweet art thou not cruell? And on the fire of Love, wilt thou put fuell? Doe not disdaine me through thy deniall, But of my constancy, hazard a triall. Be not coy, gentle sweet though I commend thee, Tis but the poynt of love so to befriend thee, Thy Vertues merrit more then I will give thee, Thou art a pretty soule sweet heart beleeve me. Drive away all my feares with thy sweet kisses, Banish those brinish teares, with kinde loves blisses: Make me a happy man crowne with glory, That I may cast away birch and greene holly. So shall the heart of mine that now lies bleeding: Rest in that brest of thine and therein feeding: [?]uing most joyfully, your time still spendinng, [?]ng and rejoyce with me, to your lives ending.
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OF late it was my chance, a walking for to be, In Summer time, where as I met, with merry company, Which well contented me, although there were not many: I heard one sing melodiously, I thinke her name was Nanny, Her sweet and comely voyce, her silver sounding note, Cast such an echo through the dale, as passes all report: I wish no better sport, nor sweeter pleasures any, Nor nothing else could mere delight then still to be with Nanny. But who would thinke the Forest, could foster such a bird: Or that the bankes of Ivie boughs could such a one afford, I tell you at a word, miles have I passed many, Yet never heard in all my life, so sweet a Lasse as Nanny. Her wit exceeds Ulisses, her beauty Hellen faire: For comlines Dianaes Nimphes, with her may not compare. You Swaggerers may feare, least that they all doe misse her: Theres none of you that are, once worthy for to kisse her, If that Apolloes Lute, amongst us were exilde, Her pretty wit would it confute, and make it somewhat milde.
No more can I rehearse, the Irish Harpe or any, Therefore I sing, I cry, I call, cast all your caps at Nanny. The Nightingale may cease, and never sing againe: So may the birds within the woods their singing is in vaine. Their musicke I disdaine, if there be nere so many: Their tunes are not to be compard unto thy voyce sweet Nanny. There is no thing so choice, or pleasing unto me, As is her sweet melodious voyce, and heavenly harmony, Let not these Verses be offensive un[t]o any: A faithfull friend the writer was, unto his pretty Nanny. Now to conclde, at last, and briefly make an end: Her lips have still so sweet a tast, that none can them amend: I never tasted them so much, but I wil tast them lesse: Wherefore my Nanny do not grutch because I have sweet Besse.
Finis. Imprinted at London for E.W.
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I Am thy Lover namelesse, and so I will be still: So that I may be blamelesse, then call me what you will. I hope of that which is not, yet once I trust wil be: Remove from that I will not, till proofe thereof I see. Though Fortune do not favour me, according to my will: The proofe of my behaviour, is for to love you still, Intending not to change, so long as life doth last: But in thy youth to run thy race, till youthfull daies be past. And though I am far from thee, I will thee not deny: I love thee, and no more, trust me assuredly. Your vertuous love I wish to have, for Riches I defie: I hope to have in time of need, shall serve both you and me.
Time is an hearbe of Vertue, that groweth under the Sunne: Oft times, all things are daily lost, in time all things are done. But time is for to try, which needs be tryed most: Hoping in God, while life doth last, you will be true and just. When I beheld the Marigolds, which smells most pleasant well: The moane I make for my Loves sake, no living tongue can tell. But some doe say, the Marigold, doth smell most pleasant well: And some doe say, the rose so red in colour doth excell. Lavender is for Lovers true, which I doe meane to keepe: Rosemary for remembrance, till we againe doe meete. Carnations is for graciousnes, marke this well by the way: Give no regard to flatterers, nor passe not what they say. So many times are heere be lines, and leters for the spell: Or drops of rain between us twaine so many times farewell. So many Creatures of the earth, both carnall, tame and fell, Fish in the seas, fowles in the ayre so many times farewell. And so farewel mine own true love, farewell my Suger-sweete: I shal thinke it ten thousand yeares till we againe doe meete.
Finis.
At London printed for E.W.