%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Dying Lovers / Complaint. / Daphne laments cause Strephon is unkind, / Wanting his love no comfort he can find, / and missing that which she desires to have, / Poor Daphne sighs her selfe into the Grave. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1678-1678 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/20/2011 30724

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R228303 10 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN the / same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune Young Phaon Young Phaon Young Phaon I Am quite in pane my cruel one / has me forsaken quite, My Golden hair I rent and tear / like one outragious mad, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 268 The Dying Lovers / Complaint. / Daphne laments cause Strephon is unkind, / Wanting his love no comfort he can find, / and missing that which she desires to have, / Poor Daphne sighs her selfe into the Grave. The Dying Lovers Complaint. Daphne laments cause Strephon is unkind, Wanting his love no comfort he can find, [A]nd missing that which she desires to have, Poor Daphne sighs her selfe into the Grave. The Dying Lover's Complaint. Daphne laments because Strephon is unkind, Wanting his love no comfort he can find, And missing that which she desires to have, Poor Daphne sighs herself into the Grave. 1678-1678 F. Cole, T. Vere, J Wright / J. Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passenger

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I Am quite undone my cruel one has me forsaken quite, He is the man in whom I can take pleasure and delight. But hes unkind and now I find my thred is almost spun, here I lament in discontent alas Ime quite undone.
Whilest others sleep I mourn and weep in tears Im almost drownd, When absent he is gone from me, No comfort can be found. In slumbring dreams methinks he seems to be full kind to me, But when I wake this great mistake brings sorrow certainly.
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My Golden hair I rent and tear like one outragious mad, Cupid say I, I thee defie thou wicked wanton Lad. A minute then scarce past agen ere I do him implore, Cupid say I, thy deity I ever will adore. Thus do I pass my dayes alass and can no pleasure find, I sigh and cry continually hes cruel and unkind. Twice in a breath I wish for death such torments I endure, Except hes kind I ner shall find, nor hope to get a cure. Then down I lye in hopes to dye, ere him I see again, But thoughts of him brings life again and thus prolongs my pain. Both curd and killd, blood shed & spilld, all in a Moment is, From death could he again fetch me, with one poor smile and kiss, Thus do I turn I freiz and burn in a most strange condition, No Doctors Art can cure my smart except he prove Physitian. But hopes of that must be forgot and I must to the grave. Come welcome death and stop my breath that I some rest may have.
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