%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> TYRANNICK LOVE / Or, The mournful Lovers complaint against his cruel Mistriss. / Being the passions of Phaon for the Nymph Morena. / O boundless Love, where hast thou Phaon driven, / What Sea is this that tosses up to Heaven, / And down to Hell ev'n in a Moments space, / 'Tis Love and Lovers find no resting place, / That is such Lovers that do Love like him / Who through a flood of tears to her wou'd swim, / But she disdainful, proud, denyes his love, / For which to her may all men cruel prove. 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 04/14/2011 31354

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R229068 1 Dianas a Nymph, etc. UNKNOWN Diana's a Nymph, Etc. I Languish all night, and I sigh all the day / For a Mistriss that coyly does turn her away, But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay, / Though I languish all night and sigh all the day. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 55 TYRANNICK LOVE / Or, The mournful Lovers complaint against his cruel Mistriss. / Being the passions of Phaon for the Nymph Morena. / O boundless Love, where hast thou Phaon driven, / What Sea is this that tosses up to Heaven, / And down to Hell ev'n in a Moments space, / 'Tis Love and Lovers find no resting place, / That is such Lovers that do Love like him / Who through a flood of tears to her wou'd swim, / But she disdainful, proud, denyes his love, / For which to her may all men cruel prove. 1678-1678 F. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clark, W. Thackery, T. Passenger

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I Languish all night, and I sigh all the day For a Mistriss that coyly does turn her away, Yet shes enslavd me do all what I will, And though she be cruel I must love her still, Her eyes like sharp Launces late gave me a wound, Yet peace I do offer, and feign woud compound, But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay, Though I languish all night and sigh all the day. At her Window Ive waited in winters sharp, cold, My passion unto her, that I might unfold, But in vain was my kindness for she still denyd, And when I look[]d on her strait turned aside, And for my kindness still scorn did return, Till fryd with a Feavour of love I did burn: But she flyes, but she flyes, etc.
Her eyes like two Suns they do scorch me severe, Nor can I be shaded from them any where, But with their Beams they still do consume And dry up the fountains of life in their bloom; In the Groves & the Woods tho I mournfully sing, She regards not moan my dread suffering, But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay, Though I languish all night, and sigh all the day. On the beds of fresh flowers if I seek for ease, Or with sweet Musick my senses woud please, Methinks s[h]e does frown, and my joys are all gone, All my pleasures to torment my Love then does turn If in coole fountains Loves flames I woud slake, Then shed like Diana appear in the Lake, But she flyes, but she flyes, etc.
Her face is so charming, so bright and so fair, That nothing thats mortal can with her compare, Which by reflection does dazle my sight, And puts all my reason at first view to flight, So that I stand speechless and feign would declare My passion, and with low submission prepare, But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay, Though I languish all night and sigh all the day. Ye cruel powers for what were she made, If love and obedience can never perswade Her to be mild and cruel no more To her poor Captive, that still must adore, Though she kill him with scorn yet he still Must love fair Morena do he what he will, But she flyes, but she flyes, etc. Ift be pleasure to love in such torments as these, Where the wretchd lover can find no ease, How happy are they that from love can refrain, Since in it theres nothing but trouble and pain, But my fate is such that do all what I can Love does or powr me and me quite unman, But she flyes, but she flyes, etc. Tis for the Dirision I lately have shown, To mournful sad Lovers before Love was known To this brest, so served Cupid Apollo, when he Pursud the fair Daphe till turnd to a Tree, But she fled all bashful a virgin, but now My mistriss is cruel and wont love allow, For she flyes, for she flyes, etc. Tho each Letter I write her I seal with my Tears, Yet she proves cruel and laughs at my cares, While pensive and sad I do sit all alone, And unto the Seas and the Winds make my moan, Who pitty me more than my mistriss will do, And will not shun my sighs when they pursue, But she flyes, but she flyes, etc. Then let all those who have scapd Cupids Net, Which he in the eyes of fair females does set, To Captivate Princes and Pesants beware Least with me they complain when took in the snare, Who though she enslaves me do all what I will, And though she prove cruel yet must love her still. But she flyes, but she flyes, and no longer will stay, Though I languish all night and sigh all the day.
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