%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Dying Shepherdess./ While Coridon did her Forsake,/ who lov'd him as her Soul,/ For him poor wretch, she moan did make,/ and sadly did Condole. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1680-1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/23/2007 21396

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3.380 R174794 1 Ah Cloris, full of harmless thoughts Chloris, Full of Harmless Thoughts Ah Chloris, Full of Harmless Thoughts ALas my Youthful Coridon,/ now proves unkind to me, imprint unclear: London, Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J<.>/ Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray,/ and T. Passinger. Pepys 3.380 Wing D2955[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: 380 The Dying Shepherdess./ While Coridon did her Forsake,/ who lov'd him as her Soul,/ For him poor wretch, she moan did make,/ and sadly did Condole. The Dying Shepherdess. While Coridon did her Forsake, who lov'd him as her soul, For him poor wretch, she moan did make, and sadly did Condole. The Dying Shepherdess. While Coridon Did Her Forsake, Who Loved Him as Her Soul, for Him Poor Wretch, She Moan Did Make, and Sadly Did Condole. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 190 x 312 cropped top, left and right edges, torn top corner, holed, creased vertical rules and cast fleurons 1680-1682 London, Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J./ Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray,/ and T. Passinger. M. 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 8/23/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate 8/23/07 Checker Kris McAbee Deleted extra tune from metadata 8/23/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, metadata updated, XML created; 2 Tunes? 8/17/06 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 9/9/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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A Las my Youthful Coridon , now prove unkind to me, He was the Man I doted on, yet slighted I must be, O who could think a tongue so fair, could mean so much deceit, And cause a Soul, thus to condole, beneath her pain to great. O that I ne'r had him beleiv'd, who prov'd a meer trappan, Too long, too long, poor soul I griev'd for this False-hearted man: And should I sigh my self to be, to him all one 'twould be, For while I mourn, like one forlorn, he triumphs over me.
False Man take heed least you in time, are caught in Cupids Snare, And whilst you flourish in your prime, of such Deceits take care: For sometimes Cupid is so just that he doth those requite, And gives a wound, that is profound, to those who Maids do slight. But let it not to you seem strange, if once you feel his Dart, For though you love the world to range it is but your desert, For to be wounded to the Quick, that you feel such pain, As Maidens do, when such as you, their tender Loves disdain,
The pains of Love there's none can tell but those who do them feel, No Doctors art can make them well, no Balsome can them heal, Yet one poor Kiss, can oft do more, then tongue can well express While we do find, false men unkind, and too too pittifless. In dying words I now Exclaim, of thy Unconstancy, By thee thy Faithful Love is slain, for thee I bleeding dye: And when I am deceased and gone, thou surely wilt Lament, & grieve that thou didst break thy vow, and wilt too late Repent. Whilst I in the Elizium shade, with many thousand more, That by false men have been betray'd, in ages heretofore: Amongst our selves shall there rejoyce: while we are left behind, and your heart bleeds, for your misdeeds there we shall comfort find. The torments then you will endure, will be just Punishment, Your wounds will not admit of Cure, in vain you will repent:
But had you to your Loves been true, such pains you ne'r had known, O why should we, continually, in torments fry alone. When on your Death-beds you shall lye strange Visions will appear, Which shall amaze your wondring eye, strange sounds shall fill your ear, And when your actions too unjust, you then shall think upon, You'l sigh and say, Death come away, for helpless Coridon , And when you lose your sweetest breath, as once you know you must, You will avknowledge to grim death, that you have been unjust, And those that here art left behind, shall write upon your Tomb, Here lyeth one false Coridon, confin'd to this small room.
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London , Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J[.] Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackaray, and T. Passinger.