%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Loves tyrannick conquest. / Love and Beauty have such power / Sometimes joyes they do devour / And those that of their power are casting / Sighing dayly still are wasting. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1673-1673 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/20/2011 30738

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R228333 1 Blush no redder than the morning UNKNOWN Blush No Redder Than the Morning CUPID, leave thy Tyranizing, Thou are still new pains devising, Pains too great to be Endured, / Past all hopes for to be Cured. Pains too great to be endured, Past all hopes for to be cured. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 280 2: 281 Loves tyrannick conquest. / Love and Beauty have such power / Sometimes joyes they do devour / And those that of their power are casting / Sighing dayly still are wasting. Loves tyrannick conquest. Love and Beauty have such power Sometimes joyes they do devour And those that of their power are tasting Sighing dayly still are wasting. Loves tyrannic conquest. Love and Beauty have such power Sometimes joys they do devour And those that of their power are tasting Sighing daily still are wasting. 1673-1673 C. Hussey

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CUPID, leave thy Tyranizing, Thou art still new pains devising, Pains too great to be Endured, Past all hopes for to be Cured. Pains too great to be endured, Past all hopes for to be cured
Take some pitty of my anguish Mind but how I sigh and languish, Tis your frowns my ruine tell me And what fate by Love befel me, Tis your frowns my ruine tell me, And what fate by love befell me.
Twas the charms of conquering beauty That compeld me to this duty, Which so strangely doth enslave me That of sence it doth bereave me, Which so strangely doth enslave me That of sence it doth bereave [m]e.
Tis a most exceeding pitty You should be so fair and pretty Yet so cruel to undoe me And not send one smile unto me Yet so cruel to undoe me, And not send one smile unto me. Here I perish with desire Burning in an endless fire Sighing like one discontented Unregarded, Unlamented. Sighing like one discontented, Unregarded, unlamented. Could I tell thee how I love thee And respect thee none above thee Thou wouldst count my tongue too lavish So with charms my heart to ravish, Thou wouldst count my tongue too lavish So with charms thy heart to ravish. Never was a soul so wounded Or a reason so confounded As to cover its own ruine Hugging what is its undoing As to covet its own ruine, Hugging what is its undoing. But alas it sore doth grieve me That mine eyes should so deceive me Thus to bring me to a Fetter Loves a Chain, and tis no better Thus to bring me to a Fetter, Loves a chain, and tis no better.
You that are with joyes surrounded Pitty me with love so wounded That I know not how to ease me Nothing else but death can please me. That I know not how to ease me, Nothing else but death can please me. When the Nymph heard him complaining Of his passion strongly reigning She was movd with grief to hear him And resolved to get near him, She was movd with grief to hear him And resolved to get near him. With a sigh and mournful wishes She bestowd on him some kisses mourn no mo[r]e quoth she, for ever Thee to please I will endeavour Mourn no more quoth she for ever Thee to please I will endeavour. She of whom thou stoodst in fear on Now will prove thy only dear one In my arms I will embrace thee In my bosome I will place thee in my arms I will embrace thee in my bosome etc. It wounds my soul that I should grieve thee Now I vow I ner will leave thee Then my dearest do not doubt me For I cannot live without thee then my dearest do not doubt mo for I cannot live without thee.
Printed for C. Hussey at the Flower-de-luce in Little Brittain.