%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Triumph at an End, / Or, The Tyranness Defeated. / Behold how rashly Lovers hurry on / Upon the point of sure destruction, / Females are Tyrants; for when they see / They are admir'd & lov'd, theyl cruel be: / When most you shun them, then they most do love, / Then let all mankind in a mean Still move; / Or if your flame burn bright let them not know it, / Your hopes are ruin'd if you once but show it. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1681-1681 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/02/2011 30977

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R228527 11 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN How bright art thou &c. UNKNOWN How Bright Art Thou, etc. the pleasant new tune UNKNOWN The Pleasant New Tune Young Jamey Young Jemmy Young Jamey HOw bright art thou whose Starry eyes / two cruel Tyrants prove! Sweet Phillada be kind. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 484 Triumph at an End, / Or, The Tyranness Defeated. / Behold how rashly Lovers hurry on / Upon the point of sure destruction, / Females are Tyrants; for when they see / They are admir'd & lov'd, theyl cruel be: / When most you shun them, then they most do love, / Then let all mankind in a mean Still move; / Or if your flame burn bright let them not know it, / Your hopes are ruin'd if you once but show it. Triumph at an End, Or, The Tyranness Defeated. Behold how rashly Lovers hurry on Upon the point of sure destruction, Females are Tyrants; for when they see They are admir’d & lov’d, theyl cruel be: When most you shun them, then they most do love, Then let all mankind in a mean Still move: Or if your flame burn bright let them not know it, Your hopes are ruin’d if you once but show it. Triumph at an End, Or, The Tyranness Defeated. Behold how rashly Lovers hurry on Upon the point of sure destruction, Females are Tyrants; for when they see They are admired & loved, they'll cruel be: When most you shun them, then they most do love, Then let all mankind in a mean Still move: Or if your flame burn bright let them not know it, Your hopes are ruined if you once but show it. 1681-1681 J. Wright J. Clark W. Thackery & T. Passenger

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HOw bright art thou whose Starry eyes two cruel Tyrants prove! And though I fall your Sacrifice, can no compassion move: I dye, I languish in despair, and [y]et no pitty find; O hear at last, loved Nymph, my Prayer: Sweet Phillada be kind. How oft beneath the Myrtle shade have I adored thy Name, And with thy charming beauty playd until I catchd this Flame, Kindled a Feaver in my Brest, inragd by Loves fierce wind; Then pitty him who is opprest: sweet Phillada be kind,
Be soft thou wonder of thy sex, as Down off silver Swans, Such beauty ner was made to vex Heavens Earthly darling Sons: Pitty my sighs and groans; Oh hear poor me express my mind; To his melancholly moans give ear: sweet Phillada be kind. A truer Swain no Nymph can love, nor nobler passion gain; A chaster flame in none can move, Though here it finds disdain, Though all in vain I grieve and moan, and can no favour find; But though disdain despair drives on, sweet Phillada be kind.
Poor Coridon implores thy Love, no longer cruel be, For if you still disdainful prove, and still will torture me, Behold unto the shades I go, for restless Love assignd, To hinder me from shades below, sweet Phillada be kind. And on the Rock let me not lie of doubt and sad despair. Tis better far at once to die, than wade through Seas of care; Where pevish coyness and disdain do Tempest-toss the mind: To ease me of my wretched pain, sweet Phillada be kind. By all the Woods, the Hills, and Springs, where ere our flocks have been, And by the Bird that nightly sings, and all the Stars ive seen, My passion shall for ever burn till I a Grave do find; Then let me not thus sigh and mourn, sweet Phillada be kind.
How often have you whisperd Charms into my willing ear? How oft been panting in my Arms, my ravishd thoughts to chear? But, Oh the state of things below! they change as doth the wind: Yet ere I to Deaths slumber go, sweet Phillada be kind. Triumph not in my misery, nor smile to see me grieve; Oh pitty me or else I die, none else can me reprieve: Injure not your Sex by thus bearing a cruel mind, Lest for your sake disdaind they curse: then Phillada be kind. Alas! tis all in vain I plead, she triumphs in my woe; Oh! thus tis better for to bleed, than Loves fierce tortures know: Ah! welcome Death thou certain Cure for a diseased mind, Thy scorns no longer ile indure, Proud, Cruel, and unkind.
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