%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover exclaimeth against/ Fortune for the loss of his Ladies favour, almost past hope to get again, and in the end/ receives a comfortable answer, and attains his desire, as may here appear. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/01/2008 20243

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1.512-513 R234209 2 Fortune My Foe Fortune My Foe Fortune My Foe the blind begger The Blind Beggar FOrtune my foe, why dost thou frown on me/ And will thy favour never better be? OF a stout Cripple that kept the High-way,/ And beg'd for his living all time of the day. Column 1 heading: The Lovers complaint for the loss of his Love. ; Column 2 heading: The Ladies comfortable and pleasant Answer. Pepys 1.512-513 Wing S6249; Rollins (2) ?2018 (1565-66, I, 310, Jno. Cherlewood); Rollins (2) 911 (Dec. 14, 1624, IV, 132); Rollins (2) 2569 (Mch. 1, 1675, ii, 498). Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 1: A small cut shows an aristocratic man standing with his right hand on his hip and his left hand on his chest. he wears a ruff, a hat with a plume, a ruffled doublet and breeches, tall boots, and a cape over his right shoulder. A sword is visible at his waist.: 35 x 23 Woodblock 2: first 1/2 sheet, below title, above column 2: A small cut shows an aristocratic woman in a wide brimmed hat, ruff, and dress.: 33 x 22 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, below title, above columns 3: A small cut shows a man wearing a tall hat (a bishops miter?) and indeterminate clothes. His legs are bare, and he holds a club upraised in his right hand. A plant is visible in the background. He may have a tail.: 34 x 23 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: 512 A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover exclaimeth against/ Fortune for the loss of his Ladies favour, almost past hope to get again, and in the end/ receives a comfortable answer, and attains his desire, as may here appear. A sweet Sonnet, wherein the Lover exclaimeth against Fortune for the loss of his Ladies favour, almost past hope to get again, and in the end receives a comfortable answer, and attains his desire, as may here appear. A Sweet Sonnet, Wherein the Lover Exclaims Against Fortune for the Loss of His Lady's Favor, Almost Passed Hope to Get Again, and in the End Receives a Comfortable Answer, and Attains His Desire, as May Here Appear. A New Ballad, intituled, The Stout Cripple of Cornwal;/ wherein is shewed, his Dissolute Life, an deserved death. A New Ballad, intituled, The Stout Cripple of Cornwal; wherein is shewed, his Dissolute Life, an deserved death. A New Ballad, Entitled, the Stout Cripple of Cornwall; Wherein Is Shewed, His Dissolute Life, a Deserved Death. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 263 x 155 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 264 x 155 cropped right edge, uneven inking cropped left and right edges, uneven inking 1681-1684 Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger. Blagden

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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 5/1/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America A Small Promiscuous Supplement law love punishment Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 05/01/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph metadata added, xml created 04/26/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph checked transcription 08/16/2006 Checker Catherine Zusky checked transcription 02/18/2005 Transcriber unknown original transcription 07/29/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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FOrtune my foe, why dost thou frown on me And will thy favour never better be? Wilt thou I say, for ever breed my pain, And wilt thou not restore my joys again? Fortune hath wrought my grief & great annoy Fortune hath falsly stoln my love away; My love and joy, whose sight did make me glad Such great misfortunes never young man had. Had fortune took my treasure and my store, Fortune had never griev'd me half so sore, But takeing her whereon my heart did stay, Fortune thereby hath took my life away; Far worse then death my life I lead in woe, With bitter thoughts still tossed too and fro. O cruel chance, thou breeder of my pain, Take life, or else restore my love againe. In vain I sigh, in vain I wail and weep, In vain mine eyes refrain from quiet sleep, In vain I shed my tears both night and day, In vain my love my sorrows do bewray. My love doth not my pitteous plaint espy, Nor feels my love what griping grief I try; Full well I may false fortunes deeds reprove, Fortune that so unkindly keeps my love. Where shall I seek or search my love to find, When fortune fleets and wavers like the wind, Sometimes aloft, sometimes again below, Thus tottering fortune tottereth too and fro. Then will I leave my love in fortunes hands, My dearest love in most unconstant bands, And onely serve the sorrows dew to me, Sorrows hereafter, thou shalt my Mistris be, And onely joy, that sometimes conquers Kings, Fortune that rules on earth & earthly things, So that alone I live not in this woe, For many more hath fortune served so. No man alive can fortunes spight withstand, With wisdom, skill, or mighty strength of hand, In midst of mirth she bringeth bitter Moan, And woe to me that hath her hatred known. If wisdoms eyes had but biind fortune seen, Then had my love, my love for ever beeu; Then love farewel, though fortune favour thee, No fortune frail shall ever conquer me,
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AH silly soul, art thou so sore afraid? Mourn not my dear nor be not so dismaid Fortune cannot withall her power and skill, Enforce my heart to think the any ill, Blame not thy chance, nor envy at thy choice, No cause thou hast to curse, but to rejoyce, Fortune shall not thy joy and love deprive, If by my love it may remain alive. Receive therefore thy life again to thee, Thy life and love shall not be lost by me, And while thy heart upon thy life do stay, Fortune shall never steal the same away. Live thou in bliss and banish death to Hell, All careful thoughts see thou from thee expel; As thou doth wish, thy love agrees to be, For proof whereof I come my self to thee. In vain therefore do neither wail nor weep, In vain therefore break not thy quiet sleep, Wast not in vain thy time in sorrow so, For why thy love delights to ease thy woe. Full well thy love thy privy pangs doth see, And soon thy love will send to sucker thee: Tho well thou may'st false fortunes deeds reprove, Yet cannot fortune keep away thy love. Nor will thy love at fortunes back abide, Whose fickle wheel doth often slip aside, And never think that fortune beareth sway If vertue watch, and will not her obey, Pluck up thy heart supprest with brinish tears, Torment me not, but take away thy fears; Thy Mistris mind brooks no unconstant bands Much less to live in rueing fortunes hands. Though mighty Kings by fortune get the foyl, Losing thereby their travel and their toyl; Though fortune be to me a cruel foe, Fortune shall not make me to serve thee so. For fortunes spight thou needst not care a pin, For thou thereby shall neither loose nor win; If faithful love and favour I do find. My recompence shall not remain behind. Dye not in fear, nor live in discontent, Be thou not slain, where never blood was ment Revive again, to faint thou hast no need, The less afraid, the better thou shalt speed,
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">A New Ballad, intituled, The Stout Cripple <hi rend="bold">of Cornwal;</hi></hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">wherein is shewed, his Dissolute Life, an deserved death.</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Tune is, The Blind Begger.</hi></seg>
OF a stout Cripple that kept the High-way, And beg'd for his living all time of the day. A story I'le tell you that pleasant shall be The Cripple of Cornwal sir-named was he. He crept on his hands, and knees up and down, In a torn Jacket, and a ragged torn Gown, For he had never a leg to the knee, The Cripple of Cornwel sir-named was he. He was of stomack couragious and stout, For he had no cause to complain of the Gout, To go upon stilts most cunning was he, With a staff on his neck most gallant to see. Yea no good fellowship would he forsake, Were it in secret a purse for to take, His help was as good as any might be, The Cripple of Cornwel sir-named was he. When he upon any service did go, The Crafty young Cripple provided it so: His stool he kept close in an old hollow tree, That stood from the City a mile 2 or three. Thus all the day long he beg'd for relief, And all the night long he plaid the false thief, And seven years together this custom kept he, And no man knew him such a person to be. There were few Grasiers that went on the way, But unto the Cripple for passege did pay, And every brave Merchant that he did discry, He emtied their purses e're they passed by. The noble Lord Courtney both gallant & bold, Rode forth with great plenty of silver and gold; At Exetor there a purchase to pay, But that the false Cripple his journey did stay: For why the false Cripple heard tydings of late, As he sat for alms at the Noblemans gate, This is (quoth the Cripple) a booty for me, And i'le follow closely, as closely may be. Then to his companions the matter he moved, which their false actions before time had proved they make themselves ready & deeply they swear The Monies their own before they come there. Upon his two stilts the Cripple did mount, To have the best share it was his full account- All cloathed in Canvas down to the ground, He took up his place his mates with him round. Then came the Lord C. wi'h half a score men, Yet little suspecting these thieves in their Den.
And they perceiving them come to their hand, In a dark evening bid them to stand, Deliver thy purse quod the Cripple with speed. For we be good fellows & thereof have need Not so quod L. Courtney, but this i'le tell ye, Win it and wear it, else get none of me. With that the L. Courtney stood in his defence And so did his servants, but e'r they went hence: Two of the true-men were slain in the fight, And four of the theives were put to the flight. And while for their safeguard they run thus away The jolly bold cripple did hold them in play, And with his Pike-staff he wounded them so, As they were unable to run or to go. With fighting the Lord Courtney was out of breath, and most of his servants were wounded to death, Then came other Hors-men riding so fast, The Cripple wos forced to fly at the last. And over a River that ran there beside, Which was very deep and eighteen foot wide, With his long stafe and stilts leaped he, And shifted himself in an old hollow tree, Then througout the city was hue and cry made To have these thieves apprehended and staid. The Cripple he creeps on his hands & his knees, And in the high-way great passing he sees, And as they came riding, he begging doth say, O give me one penny good masters I pray. And thus unto Exeter creeps he along, No man suspecting that he had done wrong: Anon the Lord Courtney he spyes in the street, He comes unto him and kisses his feet; Saying, God save your honour, & keep you from ill And from the hand of your enemy still. Amen quod L. Courtney & therewith threw down Unto the poor Cripple an English Crown. Away went the Cripple and thus he did think, five hundered pound more will make me to drink In vain that hue and cry it was made. They found none of them tho the country was laid But this grieved the cripple night & day, That he so unluckily mist of his prey. Nine hundred pound the Cripple had got, By begging and thieving so good was his lot; A thousand pound he would make it up he said, And then he would give over his trade. But as he strived his mind to full-fill, In following his actions so lewd and so ill: At last he was taken the law to suffice, Condemned and hanged at Exeter Size, Which made all men amazed to see, That such an impudent Cripple as he, Should venture himself to such actions as they To rob in such sort upon the high-way.
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