%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Phillis forsaken, / In Pursuit of CORIDON. / Behold fair Phillis by her Love forsaken, / In search of him that will not be o're taken, / Whilst she (poor soul) her cheeks with tears bedewing, / Romes over hills and dales in vain pursuing. / 'Twould melt a marble heart, her sad complaining / Whilst he seems deaf, her Love and she disdaining. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1666-1666 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/06/2012 31878

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R181783 AS I went abroad to play / In a morning fresh and gay, Strait I heard a voice to cry, / O my Love, O my Love, / O my Love why dost thou fly, / pitty me or else I dye. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 268 Phillis forsaken, / In Pursuit of CORIDON. / Behold fair Phillis by her Love forsaken, / In search of him that will not be o're taken, / Whilst she (poor soul) her cheeks with tears bedewing, / Romes over hills and dales in vain pursuing. / 'Twould melt a marble heart, her sad complaining / Whilst he seems deaf, her Love and she disdaining. Phillis forsaken, In Pursuit of CORIDON. Behold fair Phillis by her Love forsaken, In search of him that will not be o're taken, Whilst she (poor soul) her cheeks with tears bedewing, Romes over hills and dales in vain pursuing. 'Twould melt a marble heart, her sad complaining Whilst he seems deaf, her Love and she disdaining. Phillis forsaken, In Pursuit of CORIDON. Behold fair Phillis by her Love forsaken, In search of him that will not be overtaken, Whilst she (poor soul) her cheeks with tears bedewing, Romes over hills and dales in vain pursuing. It would melt a marble heart, her sad complaining While he seems deaf, her Love and she disdaining. 1666-1666 W. Whitwood

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AS I went abroad to play In a morning fresh and gay, Hearing the sweet Nightingale Tell her sad and dolefull tale. Strait I heard a voice to cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, pitty me or else I dye. At the first I was amazd And with greedy eyes I gazd, Till at length I saw where stood Phillis in a pensive mood. Mournfully she thus did cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye.
Turn O turn sweet Coridon Do not thus thy Phillis wrong, Hearken to my woful plaint, Now with sorrow I am faint, Whilst I strain my voice to cry. O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye. Tell me dearest tell me plain Why thou dost my Love disdain, Wherein have I done amiss That I am debard of bliss. Listen to my woful cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly Pitty me or else I dye.
O Hard hearted Shepherd turn Let not Phillis longer mourn, See her tender bodys torn With the bramble and the thorn, Hearken to my mournful Song, O my Love, O my Love. O my Love why dost thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye. Why art thou more cruel far Then the Tyger and the Bear, Do not bear so fierce a mind As the wild beasts in their kind, Hearken to my dolefull cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye. Each green fields and shady Grove Bear you witness of my love, And the little Lambs which play In the flowry field so gay, Hear me whilst with grief I cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye. All you pretty birds that sings And you Christal streaming springs That do murmure as you glide By the pleasant Meadows side, Bear a part when I do cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye.
Pan thou god of Shepherd Swains Viewing these Arcadian plains, Cast an eye upon my grief Coridon hath plaid the thlef. Pitty me when I do cry O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, Turn again or else I dye. Venus with thy naked boy After sorrow send me joy, Stop my Lover in his Race And bring him to me face to face, That he once may hear me c[r]y, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why didst thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye. You fair Nymphs that sport and play And Dianas laws obey, Did you not meet my Coridon Tell me which way he is gone, That I once may cease to cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why dost thou fly, Pitty me or else I dye. Thus fair Phillis did complain On the pleasant flowry plain, Till at last her Lover came For to ease her of her pain. Then she thus began to cry, O my Love, O my Love, O my Love why didst thou flye. Ease me of my misery.
Printed for W. Whitwood at the Golden Lion in Duck Lane.