%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Maids Revenge upon Cupid and Venus. / Shewing how Cupid with his dart / Did wound and almost kill her heart: / But she recovering of her pain / Reveng'd her self on him again: / And how Vulcan the Black-Smith he did prove / False to the Lass that did him love: / And many other matters rare / Within this Ditty spoken of are. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/27/2011 30868

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R216158 3 Flora Farewel UNKNOWN Flora Farewell Loves Tyde UNKNOWN Love's Tide the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune YOu Maids and Widows all in a row, / My mind I'de have you for to know A Glover he came next of all, / A proper man both streight and tall, But afterwards it made me rue, / To see that men prove so untrue [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 222 3: 223 The Maids Revenge upon Cupid and Venus. / Shewing how Cupid with his dart / Did wound and almost kill her heart: / But she recovering of her pain / Reveng'd her self on him again: / And how Vulcan the Black-Smith he did prove / False to the Lass that did him love: / And many other matters rare / Within this Ditty spoken of are. The Maids Revenge upon Cupid and Venus. Shewing how Cupid with his dart Did wound and almost kill her heart: But she recovering of her pain Reveng’d her self on him again: And how Vulcan the Black-Smith he did prove False to the Lass that did him love: And many other matters rare Within this Ditty spoken of are. The Maids Revenge upon Cupid and Venus. Shewing how Cupid with his dart Did wound and almost kill her heart: But she recovering of her pain revenged herself on him again: And how Vulcan the Black-Smith he did prove False to the Lass that did him love: And many other matters rare Within this Ditty spoken of are. 1624-1624 Fra. Grove

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YOu Maids and Widows all a row, My mind Ide have you for to know How Cupid he hath conquered me, And crost me in my jolity; I was a Damsel fair and bright, That was beloved of many a wight, But afterwards it made me rue, To see that men prove so untrue. When I was fifteen years of age, Came Cupid in a fiery rage, And with his poysoned wounding dart, Shot through my skin, & peirct my heart, And having toucht me to the quick I thereupon fell dangerous sick. And ever since that time I rue To see that young men, proves untrue. Then Suters every day I had To comfort me, and make me glad, I entertaind them willingly In hope to have a remedy, First came a Taylor fine and brave, Who proved at last a cunning knave He for to win my love did sue Whose flattering tongue did make me rue.
He clipt, he kist, be courted me, And said he would my husband be. He gave to me a gay gold ring In hope to have a better thing, He would have had my Maiden-head Before that I to him was wed, And had not I been very wise, The knave had plaid his Master prize. A bonny Weaver he came next To ease my mind that was perplext; With complements he did me greet, And honey sugered kisses sweet, Perfumed gloves, and ribbons brave, As tokens of his love he gave: And for to speak of him the truth He was a very comly youth. He wooed me, and I gave consent, To be his wife was my intent, But cruel death did end his life, Before that I was made his wife, O had he lived I had been blest, But being dead I am distrest. I must go seek a lover new, Which was the thing that ma[d]e me rue.
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A Glover he came next of all, A proper man both streight and tall, And said that I should be his bride, What fortune ever did betide; But like a false dissembler he Forswore himself and forsook me: Which made my heart to melt and rue To see false men prove so untrue. Vulcan the Black-Smith that boon blade, Counted the best of all his trade; He told me many a fluant tale, And feasted me with Cakes and Ale, Tokens of love he did me give, And I did verily beleeve, That he had been a lover true But like a knave he made me rue When first he came into the place He in his arms did me imbrace; With solemn oaths he did protest That of all Girls he loved me best, But [t]he vilde wretch did me forsake Another Sweet-heart for to take, Which makes me sigh, lament, and weep, Because some Black-Smiths no faith can keep. And since that he from me was gone, Sweet-hearts I have had many a one; But I will no more deceived be By any such like knaves as he. When young mens tongues do run most nimble, Their hearts do most of all dissemble: And like the Proverb used of old The hottest love is soonest cold.
Therefore Ile set my heart at rest A single life becomes me best, No false dissembling cogging man Shall do me wrong do what he can. Ile break all Cupids darts in twain, And loose my self from Venus chain. Ile make great Jupiter to thunder And tear the Cyclops quite asunder. Great Neptune shall forsake, the Seas And Caron in his boat be drownd, Before that I at any time Will to a flattering knave be bound: Shall I be bound that may be free? Shall reason rule my raging mind? Shall I love him that loves not me, No though I wink I am not blind. Yet let no one my words mistake, Though I against false love do speak; I do not say but some men are Of qualities both rich and rare: Some men are honest, sure, and just Faithful to all that doth them trust. Constant in actions, and in love, As true as is the turtle dove. When such a man I chance to see To him I fain would married be, And to him prove a loving wife So long as heaven affords me life. But to conclude, and end my Song, [I]n which I mean no creature wrong. Young men and maids I speak to you Change not an old love for a new.
London, Printed for Fra. Grove, And entred according to Order. Finis L.P.