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4.253 R35745 1 Courtiers, Courtiers, Think it No Harm COurtiers, Courtiers, think it no harm, / that silly poor swains in love should be, imprint cropped Pepys 4.253 Wing ?B1698 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: 253 The BEGGARS Delight: / as it was SUNG at the / THEATRE-ROYAL: The BEGGARS Delight; as it was SUNG at the THEATRE-ROYAL: The Beggars' Delight; as it was Sung at the Theater-Royal: 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 295 cropped right and bottom edges, torn bottom left corner, damaged surface 0 [imprint cropped]

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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 Various Subjects class love 8/7/2008 Checker Kris McAbee Transcription Checked, Metadata Updated, XML File Created 8/30/2004 Transcriber Simone Chess Original Transcription 9/1/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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COurtiers, Courtiers, think it no harm, that silly poor swains in love should be, For love lies hid in raggs all torn, as well as in Gold and bravery: For the beggar he loves his Lass as dear, as he that hath thousands, thousands, thousands, He that has thousand pounds a year. State and Title are pittiful things, a lower state more happy doth prove, Lords and Ladies and Princes and Kings, with the beggar hath equal joys in love, And my pretty brown Cloris upon the Hay, hath always as killing, killing, killing, Hath always as killing charms as they. A Lord will purchase a Maiden-head, which perhaps hath been lost some years before, [A] Beggar will pawn his Cloak and his trade, [? to love] and live poor:
Our eager imbraces in Cool-shades, are always as pleasing, pleasing, pleasing, Then theirs that are dull in downy Beds. Our Cloris is free from patches and paint, complection and features sweetly agree, Perfections which Ladies often do want, is always intail'd on her pedegree: Sweet Cloris in her own careless hair, is always more taking, taking, taking, Then Ladies that Towers and Pendents do wear. A Dutches may fail created for sport, by using of art, and changing of things, Tho' she was the Idol and Goddess o'th Court, the joys & the pleasure of Don. Prince, or Kings Yet Cloris in her old Russet Gown, she's sound, she's sound, she's sound, And free from the Plague and Pox of the Town.
A Beggar as boon and brisk in the dark, as she that is painted red and white, And pleases her mate, though not such [?] as lies by the side of a Lord or a Knight, And Cloris hath beauty to content, so long as she's wholsome, wholsome, wholsome; She pleases as we don't repent. What though all the day she's attir'd in rags, yet once a week she changes her smock, And she that hath Gold or Siver in Bags, she can do no more that match a good Cock: She;s willing and ready to shew her art, and still with her kisses, kisses, kisses, She'l conquer the sences and the heart. All the night long we do hugg and imbrace, the greatest and rich can do no more, And when to the swain she joyns her face, he thinketh what joys there's for him in store: By the tast of the blisses so happy's he, he cry's there's no beggar, beggar, beggar, Could so blest or so fortunate be. The touch of her hand encreases his flame, who conquer'd by charms a captive doth lye And when he but thinks of his true loves name, he vows for her sake he freely would dye, Then she revives him again with a kiss. he cries you undoe me, undoe me, undoe me, Had ever poor soul such pleasure as this? Then gallants ne'r envy the poors delight, 'tis pleasure to love, and a plague to be free, Tho some for our poverty do us slight, there's none alive more happy then we; We will are content with what we enjoy, & once in a twelve month, twelve month, twelve month We are blest with a Girl or a Boy. Content is a thing we strive to possess, and better it is then a Golden Mine, Since us with the same the Heavens do bless, what cause have we for to repine: No, we've enough our hearts to suffice, and he that doth murmer, murmer, murmer, Will never be happy nor wise.
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