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3.38 S104921 1 Pleasant new court tune Pleasant New Court Tune TOul, toul, gentle bell for a soul, / Killing care doth controule; No available ESTC ID Pepys 3.38 Wing D1566[B]; Rollins (2) 601 (August 1, 1643, i, 66, Rich. Harper). 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. 3: 38 The Discontented Lover, The Discontented Lover, The Discontented Lover, 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?215 x 288 cropped top edge cast fleurons 1624-1680 Printed for F. Coles, in Wine-street, on Safforn-hill, neer Hatton-garden. F. Coles BBTI

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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 8/30/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant alcohol love 12/07/2007 Checker Kris McAbee Corrected transcription errors 08/30/2007 Checker Patrick Ludolph Transcription and Metadata Checked, XML Created 07/27/2007 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 08/19/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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TOul, toul, gentle bell for a soul. Killing care doth controule; And my mind is fore opprest, But I fear I shall dye, For glancing of that eye, Which so lately did flye, Like a Comet from the Sky: Or like some great Deity: But my wishes are in vain, I shall never see't again. When I, in the Temple did spy, This divine purity, On her knees to her Saint, She seem'd so divine, All the graces did shine, Far more fairer then the shrine: Faith I wish she had been mine, And my heart full resign, May powerfully prove, No Religion like Love.
Fair, fair, and as chaste as the Air, Holy Nunns breath in prayer: Was this Votress divine, From each eye dropt a tear, Like the pearled Violets were, When the Spring doth appear, To usher in the year, But I dare safely swear, That those tears trickle down, For no sins of her own. But now increaseth my woe, I by no means can know, Where this beauty doth dwell: All her rites being done, To her Lady and her Son, I was left all alone, And my Saint was from me gone, And to Heaven she is flown: Which makes me to say, I can scarce live a day.
NOw I, must make haste and dye, And ascend to the sky, Where my hopes are inthron'd: You Ladies all adieu, Be your loves false or true, I am going for to view, One that far excells all you, One whom I never knew, But must breath out my breath, For acquaintance in death. Ring, ring, merry bells while we sing, Drinking Healths to our King, And our minds all advanc'd; Let us never fear to dye, Till we drink out each eye, Let cash and cans flye, Like Hail-stones in the sky, Bacchus great Deity: But my wishes are in vain, Fill the Cans round again. When I, in the Tavern did spy, Such fair boon Company, On our knees drinking healths, We look so divine, When our noses do shine, Well burnisht with rich wine, Faith I wish the cup were mine: Unto thee I resign, And may powerfully prove, In drinking thy love.
Free, free, as the air let us be, Esteeming no degree, But to all breath alike: From one eye drop a tear, Lest you Maudlin appear, And next morning to fear, To be Physickt with small Beer, But I dare safely swear: If a tear trickle down, 'Tis for love to the Crown. And now, increaseth my woe, I by all means must know, What is due for our Sack; But the reckoning being paid, To the Hostess or Maid, We need not be afraid, To be scurvily betraid, To the the Constables aid: Let us Honestly pay, Else we scarce get away. Now must I make haste and see, What will us all free, All our hands from the Bar, You Ladies adieu, Be your reckoning false or true, I am going for to view, What belongeth to all you, Though we pay more then our due, Yet my Purse will I spend, And my life for my friend.
Printed for F. Coles, in Wine-street, on Safforn-hill, neer Hatton-garden.