%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE/ London Lads Lamentation/ TO/ CUPID./ OR,/ When shall I my True-Love have?/ All young-men must to Cupids power submit,/ Courage and Wisdom, Vertue too, & Wit:/ None can his mighty power & charms withstand/ He, like young Beauty, always will Command:/ And here young maidens easily may find,/ How apt young-men are to be true & kind/ Such constancy in them could scarce be found/ Should men go search the Universe all round. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1675-1703 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/11/2007 21349

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3.334 R187432 1 an Excellent New Tune, sung at the COURT You I Love by All That's True An Excellent New Tune, Sung at the Court CLoes Face is Heav'n to me,/ Like the Morning=Light we see; Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art,/ Ease and cure my wounded heart. imprint unclear: Printe[d] for I. Back, at the Black-Boy on London-Bridge.; date from Simpson Pepys 3.334 Wing L2900 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: 334 THE/ London Lads Lamentation/ TO/ CUPID./ OR,/ When shall I my True-Love have?/ All young-men must to Cupids power submit,/ Courage and Wisdom, Vertue too, & Wit:/ None can his mighty power & charms withstand/ He, like young Beauty, always will Command:/ And here young maidens easily may find,/ How apt young-men are to be true & kind/ Such constancy in them could scarce be found/ Should men go search the Universe all round. THE London Lads Lamentation TO CUPID. OR, When shall I my True-Love have? All young-men must to Cupids power submit, Courage and Wisdom, Vertue too, & Wit: None can his mighty power & charms withstand He, like young Beauty, always will Command: And here young maidens easily may find, How apt young-men are to be true & kind Such constancy in them could scarce be found Should me go search the Universe all round. The London Lad's Lamentation to Cupid. Or, When Shall I My True Love Have? All Young Men Must to Cupid's Power Submit, Courage and Wisdom, Virtue Too, and Wit: None Can His Mighty Power and Charms Withstand He, Like Young Beauty, Always Will Command: And Here Young Maidens Easily May Find, How Apt Young Men Are to Be True and Kind Such Constancy in Them Could Scarce Be Found Should Men Go Search the Universe All Round. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 207 x 323 cropped right edge, torn top and right edges, creased cast fleurons 1675-1703 Printed for I. Back, at the Black-Boy on London-Bridge. J. Back BBTI, 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 9/11/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate appearance love mythology/Classicalworld 9/11/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, Metadata updated, XML created 8/14/06 Transcriber Eric Nebeker Original transcription 8/31/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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GLoes Face is Heav'n to me, Like the Morning-Light we see; And the Beauty of her Eye, Bright and lovely, like the Sky: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart. Will young Love a Tyrant be? Make me doat on Cruelty: Why doth sullen Fate confine Me to one that is not mine? Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart.
Had I Lov'd as others do, Onely for an hour or two, Then there had a Reason bin, I should suffer for my Sin: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart. Love (thou know'st) with what a flame, I adore young Cloes Name: Let me then thy pitty find, Shoot a Dart and change her mind: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart.
All her Beauties do entice, Though the Nymph be cold as Ice, Rosie-Lips and Lilly-Skin, All we gaze on, Charm and win: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart. On her gentle Downy Breast, Let a sighing Lover rest, Twin'd within those tender Arms, Fetter'd by those pleasing Charms: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart. Let my Love with joys be Crown'd, You that with a Glance can Wound, With a Melting Kiss restore, Your young Love that sigh'd before: Cl[o]e, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart. Thus you'l show your power and skill, Able both to Save and Kill, But to Kill has always bin Held a most Notorious Sin: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart.
In sweet Groves we'l always dwell, With more joys than tongue can tell, There the Wanton then we'l play, Steal each others heart away: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart: You I love (by Jove) I do, More then all things here below, With a Passion full as great, As e're Creature fancied yet: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart. Bid the Miser leave his Ore,. Bid the Wretched sigh no more: Bid the Old be Young again, Bid young Maids ne'r think of Men: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou are, Ease and cure my wounded heart: Love's not a thing of Chance, but Fate That makes me Love, that makes you hate Then if you be false or true, Love I must, and none but you: Cloe, since my Heav'n thou art, Ease and cure my wounded heart.
Printed for J. Back, at the Black-Boy on London-Bridge.