%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE/ Broken=hearted Lovers Triumph./ SHEWING,/ That though for Love their hearts were broke,/ They counted Love no heavy Yoak;/ For after Death such joys they find,/ Brings Peace and quiet to the mind. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1678-1680 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/12/2007 21363

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3.348 R173071 1 Blind Cupids Power I set at nought. Blind Cupid's Power I Set at Nought NOw Cupid let me quickly dye,/ these pains I can't endure, marginalia type: None but Old Dotards,/ comes this place unto,/ The Reason is,/ Because they cannot Woo/ But we, poor Maidens!/ when young-men do come/ Think on no other joy,/ and so're undone;/ Yet CUPID to make/ us, part of amends,/ Gives us the Pleasing/ Pain, and we are Friends.; tune unclear: Blind Cupids Power I set at nought[.] Pepys 3.348 Wing B4842[A] 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: 348 THE/ Broken=hearted Lovers Triumph./ SHEWING,/ That though for Love their hearts were broke,/ They counted Love no heavy Yoak;/ For after Death such joys they find,/ Brings Peace and quiet to the mind. THE Broken-hearted Lovers Triumph. SHEWING, That though for Love their hearts were broke, They counted Love no heavy Yoak; For after Death such joys they find, Brings Peace and quiet to the mind. The Broken-hearted Lovers' Triumph. Showing, that Though for Love Their Hearts Were Broke, They Counted Love No Heavy Yoke; For After Death Such Joys They Find, Brings Peace and Quiet to the Mind. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 210 x 315 cropped right edge, uneven inking vertical rule and cast fleurons 1678-1680 Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, 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 9/12/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate affliction/health death love mythology/Classicalworld 9/12/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, metadata updated, XML created 8/18/06 Transcriber Eric Nebeker Original transcription 8/31/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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NOw Cupid let me quickly dye, these pains I can't endure, Let me injoy his Company, who only can me Cure: If he deny, I'm sure to dye, of this tormenting pain, Oh! give me ease of this disease, ten thousand have been slain. Into his heart send home thy Dart, and touch him to the Quick, Because that he so slighteth me, that am so deadly sick: Of this my smart let him take part, and Bleed as well as he, Then i'le Decease, and dye in peace, to Elizium I will flee.
There shall I meet with Souls so sweet, that dyed of my disease, Who while we walk to hear them talk, my fancy so will please: That could I then Revive agen, I think I should deny, From thence to part, my broken heart, finds there such Company, While I relate my Riged state, then with me they will joyn, And one will say, fie, fie, away, no fate more worse then mine: And then say I, a Harmony of sighs we needs must have, Love was the thing that did us bring heart-broken to the Grave. None but Old Dotards, comes this place unto, The Reason is, Because they cannot Woo But we, poor Maidens! when young-men do come Think on no other joy, and so're undone; Yet CUPID to make us, part of amends, Gives us the Pleasing Pain, and we are Friends.
THus will they do with sighs most sad, till such a blast doth come, From every Breast, depriv'd of Rest, shakes our Elizium: and down drops tears, though our past fears we ne'r shall meet again, 'Tis our Delight in shades of Night, to hear our selves complain. Thus Prisoners we, confined be to such a pleasant Goal, When one grows sad we make her glad, to hear our Mournful Tale: We tell her how a broken Vow caus'd us to lose our Breath, Then she'l complain to us again, this brought me to my Death. Another she'l reply to me, cease, cease, and hear my tale, I had a wound was more profound, then what did you assail: And shed more tears in one two years, then e're your eyes could spend, With deadly smart I broke my heart, this was my fatal end. Thus Rivals we cannot agree, contend about our Pain, She that felt most thereof doth boast, and counts it was her gain:
As some dispute, and some are Mute, this place such Pleasure yields, We'l still abide, and here reside, in these Elizium Fields. This very shade for us was made where ever we'l remain, And will not go to live below, upon the Earth again: But those that finds such troubled minds as we before have known, Make haste make haste, and no time waste; for here you will find none. Thus we possess such Happiness, the Earth cannot allow, It is our gain through Seas of pain, to come where we are now: You Men unkind, that think we find such torments when you slight us, It is our grief brings us Relief, and here we do delight us. But those that prove so false in Love, such pleasures ne'r shall find, For when they dye their Souls shall flye, where they shall be confin'd: And surely miss of such like bliss, as we do here injoy, Because that they found out a way, poor Maidens to destroy.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.