%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The True Lovers Joy:/ OR, A Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love./ The Maid implores the aid of Charons Boat,/ That to the gloomy shades her Soul might float,/ With sighs and groans, much weary and opprest,/ At last he heard her moan, and gave her rest,/ From all past dangers, and from future harms, She safe arriv'd and anchor'd in his arms. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1664-1696 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/17/2007 21838

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4.176 R228608 1 Tune much in Request Tune Much in Request HArk charon come away/ bring forth thy Boat and Oars, Pepys 4.176 Wing T2747 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: 176 The True Lovers Joy:/ OR, A Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love./ The Maid implores the aid of Charons Boat,/ That to the gloomy shades her Soul might float,/ With sighs and groans, much weary and opprest,/ At last he heard her moan, and gave her rest,/ From all past dangers, and from future harms, She safe arriv'd and anchor'd in his arms. The True Lovers Joy: OR, A Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love. The Maid implores the aid of Charons Boat, That to the gloomy shades her Soul might float, With sighs and groans, much weary and opprest, At last he heard her moan, and gave her rest, From all past dangers, and from future harms, She safe arriv'd and anchor'd in his arms. The True Lovers' Joy: or, a Dialogue between a Seaman and His Love. The Maid Implores the Aid of Charon's Boat, That to the Gloomy Shades Her Soul Might Float, with Sighs and Groans, Much Weary and Oppressed, at Last He Heard Her Moan, and Gave Her Rest, from All Past Dangers, and from Future Harms, She Safe Arrived and Anchored in His Arms. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 207 x 290 cropped right edge 1664-1696 Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner. P. Brooksby BBTI

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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 8/17/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Sea death love mythology/Classicalworld 08/17/2007 Checker Eugene Hart Entered into X-Ballad - ESTC R228608 09/14/2006 Transcriber Summer Star Original Transcription 10/29/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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Maid H Ark Charon come away bring forth thy Boat and Oars, And carry me poor harmless Maid unto the Elizium Shoars. Charon. Who Charon calls in hast, whilst I sit here in pain I carry none but pure and chast such as ture Love hath slain. I am come dear soul I come, thy Face doth so incharm me, Come in my Boat and take thy room no wind nor wave shall harm thee,
Maid Now I am come in thy Boat, I am a Maid undone, Sighing my heart is almost broke for my Love he is from me gone. Thus as I pass the shades, i'le tell you a mournful tale, So full of sighs as we do pass shall serve us for a gale. And so beguil'd the time, Il'e sing you a true Loves Song, Mind eyes shall flow a Sea of tears, to carry the Boat along,
O H what's become of those hard hearts of a Virgins takes no pitty, They'r sailing to Virginia parts, where Neptune hath built a City. O Cupid hath wounded me, and hath pierc'd my tender heart, To call for one whom I lov'd so dear, who cares but little for't. Thus in the shades below, we'l wast the tedious hours No gust of winds, but sighs shall blow, the Boat with Charons Oars. His Answer. Stay gentle Charon stay and let thy Boat alone, Robb not the harmless Maid away that sits and makes her moan. For she that calls so fast, and sighs so at thy stay, A Virgin is as pure & chast, as e're true Love did stay. She's no dear soul for thee, let not her face incharm thee, Though room within thy Boat there be her beauty there may harm thee. O fair one, if you go; im'e more undone than you, My heart doth equal sorrow know, and still my Love is true. The shades you must not pass, nor mournful stories tell Instead of sighing gales, alas! a kiss will do as well. You'd better stay a shore, and sing us a true Loves Song,
It is enough, we need no more to carry his Boat along. No heart so hard I know, but would gladly ease your pain, Else heart let him to Virginia go, and never return again. If Cupid hath wounded you, he had wounded me before, If you love as you say you do, I love you as much or more. In Beds of softest Down, wee'l spend the short liv'd nights, No gust of Wind or sigh shall drown the current of our delights. Maid. Come gentle Charon come and me to shoar remove, The wind dispairing sight did blow, shall waft me unto Love. How slow the Boats-man stears, if he no faster ply, My love to ride me of my fears, shall lend me his wings to flye, To thee dear Love I float, finding the just and true and bid to Charon and his Boat, eternally adieu. Make hast, make hast my Dear, for if thou longer stay, Through the floods without all fears my Arms shall make their way. Welcome my Love to shoar I'le keep thee from all harms, And thou shal ride for evermore at Anchor in my arms.
Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden ball in Pye-Corner.