%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Noble and Imprison'd/ PROTESTANTS:/ OR, A Copy of VERSES on/ A Young Lord and Lady, now Prisoners in the Castle of Dublin, under the sharp/ and severe Cruelty of the French and Irish Papists. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1675-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/16/2007 21729

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4.63 R188684 1 I often for my Ienny strove I Often for My Jenny Strove I Often For My Jenny Strove WHat Protestant can now forbear/ to shed a true relenting Tear, Pepys 4.63 Wing N1200[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. 4: 63 The Noble and Imprison'd/ PROTESTANTS:/ OR, A Copy of VERSES on/ A Young Lord and Lady, now Prisoners in the Castle of Dublin, under the sharp/ and severe Cruelty of the French and Irish Papists. The Noble and Imprison'd PROTESTANTS: OR, A Copy of VERSES on A Young Lord and Lady, now Prisoners in the Castle of Dublin, under the sharp and severe Cruelty of the French and Irish Papists. The Noble and Imprisoned Protestants: Or, a Copy of Verses on a Young Lord and Lady, Now Prisoners in the Castle of Dublin, under the Sharp and Severe Cruelty of the French and Irish Papists. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 190 x 310 creased horizontal and vertical rules 1675-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare,/ and J. Back. P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back PBA

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WHat Protestant can now forbear to shed a true relenting Tear, At the most dismal Grief and Care, of a Renown'd Noble Peer, And his fair and Vertuous Lady, within Castle Walls they lye At Dublin City, Oh 'tis pitty they have not their Liberty! This Noble Lord of high Renown, and his sweet Lady all alone, While Tears like Fountains trickle down, they to each other make their moan;
Saying, here we are exposed to Rome's hateful Cruelty, And look each hour they'll Devour both the Lives of thee and me. My Dear, thy fine soft Bed of Down, and Lining too as fine as Lawn, On which to rest we did lye down, with rich Silk Curtains closely drawn, Are turn'd to a noysome Prison, cold, and kept from Liberty; My loving Lady, I am ready hear to break my Heart for thee.
I wish thou wert in England, where, my Love, thy Life would be secure, Thy tender Nature cannot bear the Hardship which we hear endure: Kept from Food to nourish Nature, and debarr'd of Liberty, This Winter Season, in a Prison, Love, my Heart will break for thee. The Lady kind and mild reply'd, Be not concern'd for me, my Dear, In thy sweet presence I'll abide, and of thy Sorrows bear a share: There's no Kingodm, Court, or Pallace, or the greatest Liberty, Nor, Gold, nor Treasure, yield me pleasure, if I han't thy Company. My very Heart with Grief would break, shou'd I be from thy presence long, In Courts no Pleasure should I take, while thou art in a Castle strong, None but Enemies about thee, to increase thy misery; What e'er betide me, Heaven guide me, Love, I'll Live and Dye with thee.
That Rude Rebellious, Romish Crue, by whom we were in Prison hurl'd, The worst that ever they can do, is but to Rob us of this World, Which is vain and transitory; nothing stedfast here I see, But Heaven's Blessing I'm Possessing, this they cannot take from me. These present Crosses does invite us to a never fading Crown, When as our Souls shall take their flight, above the reach of mortal frown: There's no pains of Purgatory, but all true Felicity; Let nothing grieve thee, I'll not leave thee, but will Live and Dye with thee.
Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.