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5.355 R176875 1 How Lovely's a Woman, &c. How Lovely's a Woman How Lovely's A Woman, etc. OH why am I allways perplexed in mind, / For the more I do love yet the more she's unkind, Pepys 5.355 Wing E3827 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: 355 An Excellent new SONG, Called, / The slighted Lover, / OR, / The Scornful Mistress. An Excellent new SONG, Called, The slighted Lover, OR, The Scornful Mistress. An Excellent New Song, Called, the Slighted Lover, or, the Scornful Mistress. 1/2 sheet folio, 234 x 174 cropped top edge, creased surface vertical rules 0 Printed and Sold by R. Liford, R. Liford

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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 2/26/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Unfortunate death infidelity love 02/26/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 07/31/07 Checker Rachel Mann Transcription checked 09/17/06 Transcriber Paxton Hehmeyer Original transcription 10/24/2004 Bibliographer Maggie Sloan Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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I. OH why am I allways perplexed in mind, For the more I do love yet the more she's unkind, Though I dote on her still yet no favour can win, For when I do sigh she from me does sling. II. Young Cupid but aim with thy piercing love Dart, And make it once touch my fair Mistresses heart, That soon she may know what torment and pain, It is for to love and not be lov'd again. III. Sometimes she don't mind all the vows I do make, Tho I tell her I love and must dye for her sake, Yet she on me will frown and bid me be gone. For a lover she says, she'l never have one. IV. Dispairing I lye at her feet, and do crave, That she would bestow a kind look on her slave, Then she gives me a glance that's enough for to kill, Tho it pierces my Heart, yet I must love her still. V. Oh why was I Born to be tortured so By one that wont hold me nor yet let me go, Tho her Tongue does deny, yet her Eyes seem to say, Tho I bid you be gone, yet ide have you to stay. VI. So thus between hope and dispair I do lye, Not knowing whether she'll make me live or dye, Tis her Conquering Charms that has my Heart gain'd And yet she'l not love which creates all my pain.
VII. And if that she should have a heart made of stone, Yet tis my dear Celia I must have or none, For tis her I adore, and tis her I do love, Tis her has my heart, and tis hers I must move. VIII. For with her I live, but without her I die, O ye Powers above make fair Celia comply, If she once would but give a look that was kind, Then I should have hopes that her heart would be mine. IX. I wait at her Window both early and late, Yet when she looks out still this is my hard fate, She gives me a frown, then away she does go, Not minding the grief I for love undergo. X. By Letters I often have told her I love, With tender expressions her heart for to move, But alas all in vain for she'll give no reply, Altho' her true Lover does languish and die. XI. Oh fair one consider a Lover that's true, Who Vows does declare he nere lov'd none but you, Then soften her heart Oh you powers above, That she may once know what it is for to love. XII. Then take my last iines that I ever shall wrlte, O send me relief or you kill me this Night; If you love I am blest, but if not then adieu. Yet fair one Remember 'twas for love of you.
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