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S120580 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Aime not too high Fortune my Foe Aim Not Too High the same tune Fortune my Foe The Same Tune BReake heart and dye, i may no longer live, / To enioy this world nothing that I will give, COntent thy selfe my love and doe not dye, / Thy life I love, thy death I doe defie; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 82 1: 83 The Despairing Lover, / Whose minde was much tormented, / Because of his True-Love / Hee thought hee was prevented. The Despairing Lover, Whose minde was much tormented, Because of his True-Love Hee thought hee was prevented. The Despairing Lover, Whose mind was much tormented, Because of his True-Love He thought he was prevented. Ford, Edward 1624-1624 F. Coules

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<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The Despairing Lover,</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Whose minde was much tormented,</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Because of his True-Love</hi></seg> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Hee thought hee was prevented.</hi></seg> <seg n="5" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To the tune of, Aime not too high.</hi></seg>
BReake heart and dye, I may no longer live, To enjoy this world nothing that I will give, I live forlorne my joyes are from me fled, I have lost my love, alacke my heart is dead. Each thing on earth continueth with his Love, The pretty Pigeon and the Turtle Dove, And divers others in the world I know, But my Love will not seeme to love me so. I little thought what now I true doe finde, I did not deeme my Love would be unkind: But tis no newes, for many prove untrue, And so doth mine, for she bids me adieu. But seeing tis so, Ile turne a Palmer poore, And I will range abroad the World halfe ore, To see if I can find some dismall Cave, There will I dwell, there will I make my grave. I will goe travell in some other Land, To France, to Spaine, or Turkie out of hand, Where unto strangers there will I complaine, How that my Love hath me unkindly slaine. If I doe land upon some other shore, Whereas no man did ever land before; Then shall I thinke my selfe a happy man, Because my death no man shall understand. There will I write my fill of my true Love: Did I say true? What fury did me move, To count her true, that alwayes proves unkind, And is as fickle as the wavering wind? Since she was faire and lovely in my sight, She was my joy and all my hearts delight:
But now her smiles are turnd from frownes & i[?] To kill my heart with woe is her desire. Bright Phoebus beames are darkned in the skie[s] When as the stormes of Boreas doe arise: Yet he doth quickly shine after the raine, But my coy Mistris will not love againe I would I were i th middest of the Seas, In some broken Vessell if the Fates did please, Where neither love nor comfort can be found, But every houre expecting to be drownd. My speeches all doe but prolong my paine, For I did never saile the Ocean maine: Nor will I suffer life in me to bide, So long to wait the time of winde or tide. Seeing tis so, toth Wildernesse Ile hie, Among wild beasts, where I intend to dye, Where Lyons, Bears, & other wild beasts mourn The Dragon, Elephant, and Unicorne. Thus many wishes have I wisht in vaine, But none of those will rid me out of paine: This piercing Poniard now shall end the strife, And kill my heart, that loathes this mortall life. This being spoken forth his Love did rush, Beholding him with many a changing blush: O hold quoth she, and heare what I must say, Doe not despaire, nor worke thy lives decay. You Maidens faire I pray come lend an eare, And you shall heare how true she doth appeare: She gave him comfort in his troubled mind, And ever after proved loving kind.
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COntent thy selfe my love and doe not dye, Thy life I love, thy death I doe defie; Live then in joy, and seeke to banish paine, Take a good heart, and I will love againe. All things on earth doth love its chosen Mate, And thou contenmest me and sayest I hate; Men love by fancie, Birds they love by kind, Then fancie me and thou shalt favour finde. For all the good that ever Craesus wonne, I will not seeme to leave my love alone; No, no, my Love, I will not prove untrue, Nor will I change my old friend for a new. Thou shalt not need to turne a Palmer poore, For I for thee have Gold and Silver store; Instead of finding out a desart place Thou shalt have me within thine armes timbrace Thou shalt not travell to another Land, For I am she that am at thy command: Thou shalt my deare have no cause to complaine, For I with joy thy Love will entertaine. If thou hadst landed on some forreine shore, Then I would never have enjoyd thee more: But being thou art here arrivd with me Thou shalt not goe hence dangers for to see. What wouldst thou write of me thine own true love, Feare not, my Love, for I will constant prove, I am thine owne, and so thou still shalt find, To thee I will be loving, true, and kinde. As I was faire and lovely in thy sight, So will I prove thy joy and hearts delight, I will not seeke my dearest love to kill, But I will yeeld unto thy wished will.
Sweet I have listened to thy moanes and cryes, Weepe thou no more but dry thy watred eyes: The stormes are past and Sun Shines after raine And I doe vow to love thee once againe. If thou wert in the raging Seas so wide, Upon a Dolphins back faine wouldst thou ride: Desiring Neptunes succour out of hand, To be thy Pilot to some certaine Land. Sweet Love much danger doth abroad ensue, The Seas and wildernesse bid thou adue: Nere seeke to write, or thinke of winde or tide, But live with me, and I will be thy bride. Oh stay at home sweet Love, and goe not there, Wilde Beasts in pieces will thy body teare: When I behold them for to sucke thy blood, They shall have mine, my Love, to doe thee good. Loe thus to thee my Love I doe make knowne, Vowing hereafter I will be thine owne; Loe stay thy hand my Love and doe not kill Thy gentle heart, that I could love so well. Then strait he tooke his Love into his armes, Which had preservd him from such dangerous harms Welcome (quoth he) I love thee as my life, And quickly after he made her his wife. Thus have you heard my song of woe and joy, Let Maids and young men listen tot I pray: Make you no vowes, but have a speciall care, For fear [you] wound your Mates with deep despair
FINIS. London, Printed for F. Coules, dwelling in the Old-Bayly.