%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Cupids wrongs vindicated: / Wherein he that Cupids wiles did discover, / Is proved a false dissembling Lover. / They Mayd shewes such cause that none can her condemne, / But on the contrary the fault's layd on him. Parker, Martin University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30038

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S119366 2 Cupids cruell torments UNKNOWN Cupid's Cruel Torments the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune THe guilefull Crocodile / when he his prey would gain, I Saw last Thurseday night, / when thou wentst to the Swan, But raile no more on Loue, / Nor doe young Cupid wrong, / For thou didst never proue / What doth to love belong. [with variation] Fye raile no more on loue, / Nor Cupids cruell wrong, / For thou didst neuer proue / What does to loue belong. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 50 1: 51 Cupids wrongs vindicated: / Wherein he that Cupids wiles did discover, / Is proved a false dissembling Lover. / They Mayd shewes such cause that none can her condemne, / But on the contrary the fault's layd on him. Cupids wrongs vindicated: Wherein he that Cupids wiles did discover, Is proved a false dissembling Lover. The Mayd shewes such cause that none can her condemne, But on the contrary the fault’s layd on him. Cupid's wrongs vindicated: Wherein he that Cupid's wiles did discover, Is proved a false dissembling Lover. The Maid shows such cause that none can her condemn, But on the contrary the fault’s laid on him. Parker, Martin 1624-1624 F.G.

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THe guilefull Crocodile when he his prey would gain, That none may spie his wile, A mo[u]rnfull noyse doth feigne: So thou false Hypocrite Thy foule deceipt to cover, Dost act the part aright of a distracted Lover. But raile no more on Love, Nor doe young Cupid wrong, For thou didst never prove What doth to love belong. Hienna-like thou feignst words of a dying man, But falsely thou complainst with woe I prove it can: For like a cheating wretch, thou dost on me exclaime, But this is but a fetch for thou deservst the blame. Why dost thou raile on love, Or doe, etc. Thou knowst I lovd thee well, and purposd thee to have, Thy conscience this can tell, thou false dissembling knave, But when I did perceive thy fickle wavering mind, Twas time to take my leave, and serve thee in thy kind. Then raile no more on love, Nor Cupids cruell wrong, For thou didst never prove What doth to love belong.
Let any one that will be judge twixt thee and mee, Why should I love thee still, when thou lovst two or three. Dost thinke Ile stand at stake, to helpe at the last cast? When all doe thee forsake, then I must serve at last. O raile no more on love, Nor Cupids cruell wrong, For thou didst never prove What doth to love be[l]ong. Thou comst to me ith morne, and goest to Madge at night, Thy mind will quickly turne to which comes next in sight. Thoult promise and protest thou wilt have none but me, But when thou seest the rest those vowes forgotten bee. Then raile no more on love, Nor Cupids, etc. Dost thinke I cannot heare how thou playst fast and loose, Long Mall gave thee good cheere. both Cony Hen and Goose: Alas man I have friends that note thy actions well, Thou lovst for thine owne ends, but I thy knavery smell. Then raile no more on love. Nor Cupids cruell wrong, For thou didst never prove What doth to love belong.
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I Saw last Thurseday night, when thou wentst to the Swan, With Kate and Winifrite, and after you came Nan, I know what wine you had, and also what was payd, Alas poore harmelesse lad, wilt thou dye for a Mayd? Fye raile no more on love, Nor Cupids cruell wrong, For thou didst never prove What does to love belong. I Cannot choose but smile to thinke how cunningly Thou wouldst the world beguile with foule hypocrisy: For I the wrong sustaine, and thou from griefe art free, Yet still thou dost complaine that I am false to thee. Fye never raile on love, Nor Cupids crue[l]l wrong, For thou didst never prove What doth to love belong. To either man or Mayd For censure Ile appeale, Which of us may be sayd disloyally to deale; Did ever I seeme nice till I was told for truth, More oft then once or twice, thou wast a faithlesse youth. Fye doe not raile, etc.
Thou makst the world beleeve, thou for my love dost pine, Indeed thou sore dost grieve with wenches, Cakes, and wine, For my part tis my lot to pray for patience still, Untill I have forgot thy over-reaching skill. Then doe not raile, etc. Yet though I suffer wrong I needs must prayse thy art, Sure thou hast studyd long to act the Mad-mans part, Thou canst not sleep nor wake for fancies in thy head, Now I doe thee forsake I muse thou art not dead. Fye doe not raile, etc. That Lasse which shall have thee Who ere has that ill hap, Let her learne this of me, shees caught in follies trap. He that dissemble can with one in such a way. Heel nere prove honest man, beleeve me what I say. Then doe not raile on love, Nor Cupids cruell wrong, For thou didst never prove What doth to love belong.
FINIS. M.P. Printed at London for F.G.