%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An ANSWER / TO THE / Cook-Maid's TRAGEDY: / OR, THE / Lamentation of Thomas the Coach man, / FOR / MARY the Cook-Maid, in COVENT GARDEN, / Who Poyson'd herself in Dispair for his sake. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1695 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/04/2008 22155

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5.318 R172353 1 If Love's a Sweet Passion, &c. If Love's a sweet passion If Love's a Sweet Passion, etc. ASsist me, you Muses, to make my sad moan, / Who am left in a otion of sorrows alone, Not an hour nor minute of comfort I have, / When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. [with variations; not stanza 9] date from Rollins; see also 5.317 Pepys 5.318 Wing A3403 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: 318 An ANSWER / TO THE / Cook-Maid's TRAGEDY: / OR, THE / Lamentation of Thomas the Coach man, / FOR / MARY the Cook-Maid, in COVENT GARDEN, / Who Poyson'd herself in Dispair for his sake. An ANSWER TO THE Cook-Maid's TRAGEDY: OR, THE Lamentation of Thomas the Coach[-]man, FOR MARY the Cook-Maid, in COVENT GARDEN, Who Poyson'd herself in Dispair for his sake. An Answer to the Cook Maid's Tragedy: Or, the Lamentation of Thomas the Coachman, for Mary the Cook Maid, in Covent Garden, Who Poisoned Herself in Despair for His Sake. 1/2 sheet folio, 290 x ?205 damaged surface, uneven inking horizontal rules, framed with funerary borders 1695 Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel in Giltspur-street, / without Newgate. J. Deacon Weinstein: Rollins

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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 3/4/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate class death infidelity love servitude 03/04/08 Checker Rachel Mann Redid metadata, created xml 07/25/07 Checker Rachel Mann Ballad checked, added Simpson tune 09/14/06 Transcriber Paxton Hehmeyer Original transcription 10/18/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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ASsist me, you Muses, to make my sad moan, Who am left in a otion of sorrows alone, Where, alas! I am Shipwrack'd on Rocks of dispair, For my passion I now am not able to bear: Not an hour nor minute of comfort I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. I see mine own folly, now, now 'tis too late, And lament for dear Mary's sad desperate state, Who was wounded, I know, by the Arrows of Love, When she took that strong Poyson her grief to remove: In my conscience no comfort or quiet I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. Her fancy young Cupid was pleas'd to confine, That her heart could not wander, 'twas constantly mine; Yet I needs must acknowledge I slighted her so, That it proved her ruin and sad overthrow: In my conscience no comfort or quiet I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. Whatever between us in private had past, Was unknown to the World, therefore clearly at last, I endeavour to smother and stoutly deny; Was there ever Young-man so ungrateful as I? In my conscience no comfort or quiet I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. I did my endeavour the same to conceal, But I now sad passionate torment do feel, Which bereaves me of all the delights of the World; With distracted confusion my thoughts they are hurl'd: In my conscience no comfort or quiet I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave.
Now, now she lies sleeping, poor Soul, in the dust, Who was never faint-hearted, but loyal and just, While in sorrow her Thomas is left to complain; But it is not my tears can recal her again: In my conscience no comfort or quiet I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. So soon as her presence she found I forsook, Straight a potion of poison, poor creature, she took, To release her kind heart from the torment she felt, When she found like a false-hearted lover I dealt: In my conscience no comfort or quiet I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. Where-ever I wander she runs in my mind, And methinks that I hear her cry, Thomas unkind, Tell me, how could you flatter an innocent Maid? Thus I fancy I hear how she does me upbraid: In my conscience no comfort or quiet I have, When I think how dear Mary was sent to the Grave. Oh that I was able her Life to restore, Then I'd labour to honour and dearly adore My beloved dear innocent Mary, for why, Since she's dead, there's none so unhappy as I: But, alas! all my sighs and sad tears are in vain, All the World cannot raise or recal her again.
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