%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The wounded Lover: / Loves powerful Dart did pierce his heart / who with his panting breath / Aloud did cry, My Celia's eye / hath wounded me to death. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1684-1686 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/07/2008 21397

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3.381 R187766 2 Jenny Gin Jenny Gin Jenny Gin Some say there was a Papist Plot Some Say There Was a Papist Plot MY thinks I feel fresh bleeding wounds, / still running in my breast; Pepys 3.381 Wing W3662A 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: 381 The wounded Lover: / Loves powerful Dart did pierce his heart / who with his panting breath / Aloud did cry, My Celia's eye / hath wounded me to death. The wounded Lover: Loves powerful Dart did pierce his heart who with his panting breath Aloud did cry, My Celia's eye hath wounded me to death. The Wounded Lover: Love's Powerful Dart Did Pierce His Heart Who With His Panting Breath Aloud Did Cry, My Celia's Eye Has Wounded Me to Death. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?205 x 300 creased vertical rules and cast fleurons 1684-1686 Printed for J. Clark, W. Thackery and T. Passenger. J. Clark, W. Thackery, T. Passenger 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 8/7/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate affliction/health appearance death love 8/7/2008 Checker Jessica C. Murphy checked metadata, tune looks fine as is 8/27/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked, metadata updated, XML created; Second tune added by me--not sure if there is a matching Simpson tune 8/17/06 Transcriber Summer Star Original transcription 9/9/04 Bibliographer Simone Chess Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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M Y thinks I feel fresh bleeding wounds, still running in my breast; 'Tis Celia all my Joys confounds, and robs me of my rest: The beauty of her sparkling eyes doth set my heart on fire; She doth my yielding soul surprize, and fills me with desire. Yet tho she doth so tryrannize, I fondly hug my chains; My Liberty I do despise, and love my pleasing pains:
'Tis love, O love! feeds my delight, and adds flames to my fire; Altho' I burn both day and night, I languish with desire. Yet she in whom I take delight looks with a scornful eye; And seems my passion for to slight, that ready am to dye: Yet one poor sweet enamouring smile not mixed with disdain, My killing anguish would beguile and banish all my pain.
O who would let a Lover dye, that one poor smile could save? A glance of her all-conquering eye would fetch me from the Grave. Then be as kind as thou art fair, 'twill happy be for me; Or else for Death I must prepare, and all for love of thee. My troubled Ghost will to and fro be wandring through the Ayr; And every where as it doth go cry: Celia too too fair, Why didst thou prove to me unkind while I enjoy'd my breath? I was so troubled in my mind, that brought me to my death. For certain this must trouble thee, to give me to my doom; For I will have thy cruelty engraved on my Tomb: Some one that felt Love's powerful dart, so kind will be to me, And write here lies a broken heart, fair Celia slain by thee. The blossoms of thy flowry cheeks will then grow wan and pale, And turn as green as any Leeks, thy spirits they will fasl.
O then too late thou wilt repent thy cruelty to me, And cry in fearful discontent, my Love i'le follow thee. Then e're it be too late begin thy kindness for to show; Think on the pains I lived in encompass'd round with woe: So maist thou me from death preserve, now mourning in despair, Who vow while I have life to serve my Celia chast and fair. Oh what a happy man were I beyond all others blest, If by the message of thine eye thy love would be exprest: But if there be no hopes that I my true-Love may obtain, I'le wish for death most greedily, to ease me of my pain. Take pitty on my fainting breath once more I thee desire; Or see my heart resign to death, just ready to expire: Thou ne'r wilt find a Love more kind, my passion to exceed; To cruel death I yield my breath, for thee to death I bleed.
Printed for J. Clark, W. Thackery and T. Passenger.