%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The tender Citizens, Or/ London Young mens Kindnesses./ The maids complaint we'l hear no more/ Since we their beauties do adore,/ And though they count young men unkind/ They shall them faithful Lovers find. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1683-1684 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/01/2008 21265

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3.251 R233899 1 Tender hearts of &c. Tender Hearts of London City Tender Hearts of &c. YOung mens hearts of London City/ Now are moov'd with grief and pitty, Pepys 3.251 Wing T678A 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: 251 The tender Citizens, Or/ London Young mens Kindnesses./ The maids complaint we'l hear no more/ Since we their beauties do adore,/ And though they count young men unkind/ They shall them faithful Lovers find. The tender Citizens, Or London Young mens Kindnesses. The maids complaint we'l hear no more Since we their beauties do adore, And though they count young men unkind They shall them faithful Lovers find. The Tender Citizens, or London Young Men's Kindnesses. The Maid's Complaint We'll Hear No More Since We Their Beauties Do Adore, and Though They Count Young Men Unkind They Shall Them Faithful Lovers find. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 324 uneven inking cast fleurons 1683-1684 Printed for J. Wright, J. Clark, W./ Thackery, & T. Passinger. J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, T. Passinger Simpson

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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 4/1/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant sex/sexuality trickery/deceit vulgarities/crasshumor 04/01/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph metadata added, xml created 02/20/2008 Checker Patrick Ludolph checked transcription 10/22/2007 Checker Catherine Zusky checked transcription 07/22/2006 Transcriber Eric Nebeker original transcription 08/30/2004 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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Y Oung mens hearts of London City Now are moov'd with grief and pitty, For to hear you maids complain Never languish in your anguish We will ease you of your pain. For those pains that did torment you We will study to content you And rejoyce each mournful heart Cruel Cupid made you stupid But we'l ease you of your smart.
Every sigh that mov'd your passion Now shall turn to recreation You shall tast of Lovers bliss Though desire, burns like fire We will coole it with a kiss. Let us hear no more complaining Talk not of poor mens disdaining You shall ever find them true Be not grieved 'tis believed You shall bid your pains adieu.
Radiant colours in your faces Shall be blest with kind imbraces Never did mortals prove so kind Though a woman's true to no man You shall proove we men are kind. While you trouble, our care's double And our love's not like a bubble Broke with every puff of wind 'Tis beauty bright, is our delight And makes us so to love inclind. Maidens cruelly are voting We poor souls are still a doteing Ever prizing charming eyes 'Tis our desire, you should admire Poor men that you have made your prize. Cupid's darts are alwaies whetting When the Lover sits a fretting And complains of rigid fate He says they'r smiles that men beguiles And opens the Elizium gate. Pitty, pitty men so tender To your beauties we surrender While your charms do make us bleed We love in vain, and you complain Oh this is cruelty indeed.
Still in vain we strive to vanquish You your kindnesses relinquish Hoping in the end to gain Want of kisses crosses blisses We lament while you complain. Oh forbear your tyranizing Now 'tis time leave off despising Love for love we ask no more But you invent, us to torment While we your images adore. Cease Oh cease to wrong your Lovers This your cruelty discovers Makes you be no longer fair When young men find you are unkind It brings them into great despair. You cruel fate, your power abate For beauty's conquest is too great And makes us hug our fettering chain Then know tis true, I swear to you Young men do melt when maids complain.
Printed for J. Wright, J Clark. W. Thackery, & T. Passinger.