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5.306 R188417 1 I am so sick of love Why Are My Eyes Still Flowing I Am So Sick Of Love I Walking to take the Air, / one Evening near a Grove, date from imprint Pepys 5.306 Wing L417[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. 5: 306 The Languishing Lass:/ Or, The Dying Words of a Forsaken Damosel. The Languishing Lass: Or, The Dying Words of a Forsaken Damosel. The Languishing Lass: or, the Dying Words of a Forsaken Damsel. 1/2 sheet folio, 250 x 155 cropped left and bottom edges cast fleurons 1689 Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-Street. 1689. J. Deacon Weinstein

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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 8/22/2007 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate country/nation love maritime servitude trickery/deceit 8/21/2007 Checker Summer J. Star Ballad Checked; X-Ballad Performed 9/2006 Transcriber Jeffrey P. Hehymeyer Ballad Transcribed 10/18/2004 Bibliographer Margaret K. Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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1. I Walking to take the Air, one Evening near a Grove, There did I hear a Damsel fair, lamenting for her true Love. 2. Alas! I do languish here, and have not the least relief, My Love-sick fainting heart I fear, will certainly break with grief. 3. My Phaon is fled, I fear, and will not return again, My drooping Spirits now to chear, true Love s a tormenting pain. 4. The Vows which he often made unto the Powers above, At length my innocent heart betray'd, so that I did yield to Love. 5. I never in Shades did meet this flattering Swain of mine, But he woudl oftentimes repeat, his Kisses with words Divine. 6. Young Phaon wou'd sighing cry, the passion he did endure. That none but I, and only I, was able to Kill or Cure. 7. I pitty'd his wretched State, and did to his Charms agree, But I repent it now too late, no Lover so false as he.
8. How often did he reply, Love, do not your Swain destroy, And then he'd vow that none but I could ever his heart enjoy. 9. Although I his words believ'd, he prov'd but a meer Trappan, I find, alas! I am deceiv'd, no Creature more false than man. 10. I never was Fond, she said, to any young Swain before, His Solemn Vows my heart betray'd, and so it has many more. 11. Such languishing pains I feel, which will be my overthrow, I am not able to reveal what I sorrow I undergo. 12. In passionate Flames I burn, there's nothing my heart can raise, To my young Lambs I'll ne'r return, but here I will end my days. 13. My passion I cannot hide, nor sorrowful sighs refrain, I'de rather dye than live, she said, true Love's a tormenting pain. 14. A Letter I'll write with speed, and lay it here by my side, Should he return he then may Read, 'twas for your sake she Dy'd.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Guiltspur-Street. 1689.