%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A New, Rare, and Exellent sonnet / of A Brave and lusty youth full Groome, / that Was in Love and could not tell with Whom. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1655-1655 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/26/2011 30654

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R216131 2 Bodkius Galiard UNKNOWN Bodkin's Galiard the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune YOu gentile Nimphs that on the Meddowes play, / and oft relate the Loves of Shepeards young, THere lives no swaine doth stronger passion prove / for her, whom most he covets to possesse, That's fall'n in love, and cannot tell with whom. [with variation] but he hath more, that loves and knowes not whom. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 186 3: 187 A New, Rare, and Exellent sonnet / of A Brave and lusty youth full Groome, / that Was in Love and could not tell with Whom. A New, Rare, and Exellent sonnet of A Brave and lusty youth full Groome, that Was in Love and could not tell with Whom. A new, rare, and excellent sonnet of a brave and lusty youth full groomed, that was in love and could not tell with whom. 1655-1655 F.C. J.W. T.V. W.G.

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YOu gentile Nimphs that on the Meddowes play, and oft relate [t]he Loves of Shepeards young, Come sit you down if that you please to stay, now may you heare an uncouth passion Song: A Lad there is an I am that poor groome. Th[a]ts falln in love, and cannot tell with whom. Oh doe not smile at sorrow as a jest: with others cares good natures moved be, And I should weepe if you had my unrest, then at my griefe: how can you merry be? Ah, whe[r]e is tender pitty now become; I am in love, and cannot tell with whom. I that have oft the rarest featurs viewd and beauty in her best perfection seen, I that have laught at them that Love pursud, and ever free from such perfection been, Lo now at last so cruel is my doome, I am in love, and not tell with whom. My heart is full nigh bursting with desire, yet cannot tell from whence these longings flow, My brest doth burne, but she that lights the fire, I never saw, nor can I come to know, So great a blisse my fortune keepes me from, That though I dearly love, I know not whom
Ere I bad twice foure Springs renued seen, the force of beauty I began to prove, And ere I nine yeares old had fully be[e]ne, it taught me how to frame a sound of love, And little thought I this day should have come, Before that I to love had found out whom. For on my Chin the Mossy downe you see, and in my veines well heated blood doth glow, Of Summers I have seene twice three times three, and fast my youth full time a way doth goe: That much I feare, I aged shall become And still complain I love, I know not whom. Oh why had I a heart bestod on me, to cherish deare affectians so inclind Since I am so unhappy born to be, no object for so true love to find, When I am dead it will be mist fo some, Yet now I live, I love, I know not whom. I to a thousand beauteous Nimphs are knowne, a hundred Ladies favours do I sware, I with as many halfe in love am growne, yet none of them I find can be my Deare, Me thinks I have a Mistresse yet to come, Which makes me sing, I love I know not whom.
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THere lives no swaine doth stronger passion prove for her, whom most he covets to possesse, Then doth my heart, that being full of love, knowes not to whom it may the same professe, For he that is despisd hath sorow some, but he hath more, that loves and knowes not whom. Knew I my love as many others doe, to some one object might my thoughts be bent, So they divided, wandring should not goe, untill the soules united force be spent, As he that seekes, and never findes a home, Such is my rest, that loves and know not whom. Those whom the frownes of jealous frinds divine, may live to meet and descant of their woe, And he hath gaind a Lady for his Brid, that durst not woe his Maid a while agoe, But oh what ends unto my hopes can come, That am in love, and cannot tel with whom. Poore Collin grieves that he was late disdaind, and Clores doth for Willies absence pine, Sad Thirsis weepes for his sicke Phebe paind, but all their sorrowes cannot equall mine, A greater care on me, alas is come, I am in love, and connot tell with whom.
Narcissus like did I affect my shade. sume shadow yet I had to dote upon Or did I love some Image of the dead, whose substance had not breathed long agone, I might despare, and so an end would come. But oh I love, and cannot tell with whom. Once in a dreame me thought my Love I viewd but never waking could her face behold, And doubtlesse that resemblance was but shewd, that more my tyred hart tormented it should, For since that time more grievd I am become, And more in love, and cannot tell with, whom. When on my bed at night to rest I lie, my watchfull eyes with teares bedew my cheeakes And then, [o]h would once were day I cry, yet when it comes I am as farre to seeke, For who can tell though all the earth bec[o]me, Or when, or where to find he Knowes not whom. Or if she be amongst the beauteous traines of all the Nimphes that hunt the severall Hils, Or if you know her Ladies of the plaines, or you that have your Bowers on the Hils, Tell if you can who will my love become, Or I shall die, and never know of whom.
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