%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Phancies Phoenix. / OR. / The Peerless Paragon of the Times. / Being a young Gallants description of a Lady which he hath settled his thoughts on, resolving / never to change, not to love any other Beauty of Face in the World. / And is perswaded if there be: / A Pheonix in the world, 'tis she. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1663-1663 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/21/2011 30439

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R216101 1 an amourous new Tune UNKNOWN An Amorous New Tune COme all you Batchellors so brave / that spend your time in Cupids Court She's vertuous, chaste and if there be, / a Phoenix in the world 'tis she. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 128 3: 129 Phancies Phoenix. / OR. / The Peerless Paragon of the Times. / Being a young Gallants description of a Lady which he hath settled his thoughts on, resolving / never to change, not to love any other Beauty of Face in the World. / And is perswaded if there be: / A Pheonix in the world, 'tis she. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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COme all you Batchellors so brave that spend your time in Cupids Court And with your complements do crave, with many Ladies for to sport: I am contrary to your mind, I court but one and shes unkind, Shes vertuous chaste and if there be, a Phoenix in the world tis she.
I little thought I ever could, by any beauty ere be won, Nor can I now if that I would, remove my mind on any one: No wealth, no beauty, nor no face, my fixed thoughts from her disgrace, Shes vertuous, chaste, and if there be, a Phoenix in the world tis she.
I Must confess: I am in Love although I th[o]ught I n[e]v[e]r should, B[u]t su[r]e she was se[n]t [fr]om above and made of Natures chiefest mould: So pure so fair, and all Divine Ile quit the world to make her mine: Shes vertuous, chaste and if there be a Phoenix in the World tis she. Do you not see the Stars retreat when Sol salutes the sky so clear So must all beau[t]i[e]s ne[r]e so g[r]eat shrink and withdraw when she appear; So br[i]ght so clea[r], that all must say [t]is fair Roselia claims the day, Shes vertuous, chaste, and if there, etc. Her bashful Cheeks with blushing sweet, cast such a rich ve[r]mill[i]on dye, That Rose and Lilly t[h]ere doth meet each striving for the victory: So rare, so pu[r]e, youl scarce beli[e]ve dame Nature could such colors [g]ive Shes vertuous, chaste, and if there etc Her eyes like sparks of Diamond[s] cl[e]ar such glances cast in merry sort No wantonness in them appears yet Cupid sure [t]here keeps his court Twas from her Eyes he shot his dart that thus hath pierc[d] my l[o]ve-si[c]k heart Shes vertuous, chast, and if there, etc. But stay my Muse what need have I to praise her beauty to such sort, When as her fame abroad doth fly more then I can of her [r]epor[t]: We[r]e she to me as kind as fair then might I live and not despair But sure I think if that there be a Phaenix in the World tis she For she desires to be alone and never to participate, Her love she saith to any one but single livs without a mate, Such thoughts I think in few remain yet doth in her the mo[r]es my pain Then sure I think if that there be, etc.
Cruel she is to none I hear no more she is not u[n]to me Nor proud she is not that is rare youl say in women for to be Shes courteous, lovely, chast, and fair, tis few that can with her compare For sure I think if that there be, etc. Then if she Phenix-like will live and dye alone I am content My heart to her ile freely give unto no other ile consent But in her flames my heart shall burn and Phenix like to ashes turn, For it is her and none but she by whom I must revived be. And if she will not yeild at last but still her resolution hold, I will not think my time ill spent nor yet my love shall nere wax cold To st[a]y for such a one as she, I think no time there lost will be, Id better with my fancy wed then lodge some women in my bed. I that you needs would know of me whereas this Phenix doth abide For that I must excused be yet near the Strand she doth reside No other notice will I give to any one whilst I do live, And if she doth a Phaenix dye look in her ashes there am I. You roving Batchellors that be resolved for to spend your time, In several Maidens company when as their beauty are in prime, Beware, beware, let vertue guide th[ee] to a Maid to make thy Bride: Let not her beauty tempt your eye, least vertue too in her you spye. I must depart time calls away I cannot now express my mind, This Song is long enough youl say unless that she did prove more kin[d] Shes vertuous, chaste, and therefor resolve to love her till I die. For sure I think if that there be, a Phoenix in the world tis she.
London, Printed for F. Coles, [T]. Vere, and J. Wright.