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3.324 R227258 2 a Pleasant New Tune A Pleasant New Tune Delightful New Tune Delightful New Tune BE gone/ Thou fatal fiery feavor, now be gone,/ let Love alone, COme on/ thou fatal messenger from her that's gone/ lest I alone imprint unclear: Printed by and for A.M. and sold by the Booksellers of Lond[on.]; author attributed by Simpson Pepys 3.324 Wing L3216A; Rollins (2) 1559 (Mch. 12, 1656, ii, 35, Rob. Ibbitson) [cols 1-2] 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: 324 The Love-Sick Maid: Or, Cordelias lamentation for the/ absence of her Gerhard. The Love-Sick Maid: Or, Cordelias lamentation for the absence of her Gerhard. The Lovesick Maid: Or, Cordelia's Lamentation for the Absence of Her Gerhard. The Young-Mans Answer: Or, his Dying Breath,/ Lamenting for his fair Cordelias Death. The Young-Mans Answer: Or, his Dying Breath, Lamenting for his fair Cordelias Death. The Young Man's Answer: Or, His Dying Breath, Lamenting for His Fair Cordelia's Death. Crouch, Humphrey 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?210 x 310 damaged surface, uneven inking Printer A.M. 1682-1703 Printed by and for A.M. and sold by the Booksellers of London. A.M. PBA

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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 9/14/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate affliction/health class death love 9/14/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, metadata updated, XML created; ESTC # found in bl.uk 8/14/06 Transcriber Eric Nebeker Original transcription 8/31/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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B E gone Thou fatal fiery feavor, now be gone, let Love alone, Let his Etherial flames possess my breast, His fires, From thy consuming heat no aid requires, for swift desires, Transports my passion to a throne of rest; Where I, Who in the pride of health, did never feel such warmth to move; By sickness tam'd am so inflam'd, I know no joys but love. And he That trifled many tedious hours away, my love to try, In little space had gain'd the grace, to have more power than I. Depart Thou scorching fury, quick from me depart, think not my heart, In thy dull flame shall be a sacrifice; A Maid Dread Cupid now is on thy Altar laid by thee betray'd, A Rich oblation to restore thine eyes: But yet My fair acknowledgement will prove thou hast no c[r]aft, To bend thy Bow against thy foe, that aim'd to catch the shaft: For if That at my breast thy arrows thou all at once let flie, She that receives a thousand sheaves, [can] do no more but dye.
No more You L earn'd physitians, tire your brains no more pray give me o're, Mine is a cure, in Physick never read; Although You skilful Doctors all the world doth know, pray let me go. You may as well make practice on the Dead. But if My Gerrard dain to view me with the glory of his looks, I make no doubt to live without Physicians and their books. 'Tis he That with his balmed Kisses can restore my latest breath; That bliss is this, to gain a Kiss can save a maid from death? To you That tell me of another world, I vow, and will allow Your Sacred Precepts, if you'll grant me this, That he Whom I esteem of next the Deity, may go with me, Without whose presence there can be no bliss, Go teach Your tenets of eternity, to those that aged be, And not perswade a love sick maid, there's any heaven but he. But stay Methinks an icy slumber hath possest my frency brain; Pray bid him dye if you see I shall never wake again.
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C ome on thou fatal messenger from her that's gone lest I alone Within that quenchless flame for ever fry; The Lake Of love being kindled, wherein none can take rest, but wake, Where slumber hath no power to close the eye; Whilst I That by my fair Cordelia desire to take a sleep, With lids wide spread upon my bed am forc'd a watch to keep: A nd she That waited many tedious hours, my constancy to try, Is now at rest, while I opprest, fain would but cannot dye. Dispatch Thou scorching fury, quickly now dispatch, by Death I watch. To be releast from this tormenting flame; The Dart Sent from dread Cupid , sticks fast in my heart, I wanting art, Had not the power for to resist the same Though she Who by her late acknowledgement, profest thou hadst no craft, Yet from thy bow thou madst her know what power lay in the shaft: Yut then Bhou sent'st another arrow which me of hopes bereft, Most like a foe to wound me so, for whom no cure is left.
Wherefore Did you Physitians give my mistress o're? had you no more Experience, but what you in books have read? Or why (You learned Doctors) did you cease to try your skills, when I Might have reviv'd her if she'd not been dead? A nd yet Suppose that I in Person had present been to view her; Is there such grace in any face to work so great a cure? But now I'm come too late to kiss her, which were it not in vain, A fter her death I'd spend my breath to fetch her back again. Unto The fair Elizium thither will I go, whereas I know She is amongst those sacred ones prefer'd, Then I Shall be admitted for to come so nigh, pardon i'll cry For my long absence, wherin I have err'd: A nd since By her I was esteem'd so much on earth being here, Hence for her sake no rest I'll take, till I have found her there. No more, But only I desire to hear my passing bell; That Virgins may lament the day of Gerhards last farewel.
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