%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The true Lovers Ioy: / OR, / The Reward of Constany / BEING, / An Amorous Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love: / The Maid implores the aid of Charon's Boat, / That to the gloomy shades her soul might float; / With sighs and groans, much weary and opprest, / At length he heard her moan, and gave her rest / From all past dangers, and from future harms, / She safe arriv'd, and anchor'd in his arms. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1672-1672 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/07/2012 32052

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R185668 Hark Charon, come away, / bring forth thy Boat and Oars, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 355 The true Lovers Ioy: / OR, / The Reward of Constany / BEING, / An Amorous Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love: / The Maid implores the aid of Charon's Boat, / That to the gloomy shades her soul might float; / With sighs and groans, much weary and opprest, / At length he heard her moan, and gave her rest / From all past dangers, and from future harms, / She safe arriv'd, and anchor'd in his arms. The true Lovers Joy: OR, The Reward of Constany BEING, An Amorous Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love: The Maid implores the aid of Charon's Boat, That to the gloomy shades her soul might float; With sighs and groans, much weary and opprest, At length he heard her moan, and gave her rest From all past dangers, and from future harms, She safe arriv'd, and anchor'd in his arms. The true Lovers' Joy: OR, The Reward of Constancy BEING, An Amorous Dialogue between a Seaman and his Love: The Maid implores the aid of Charon's Boat, That to the gloomy shades her soul might float; With sighs and groans, much weary and oppressed, At length he heard her moan, and gave her rest From all past dangers, and from future harms, She safe arrived, and anchored in his arms. 1672-1672 Phillip Brooksby

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Maid. HArk Charon, come away, bring forth thy Boat and Oars, And carry me poor harmless Maid unto the Elizium Shoars. Charon. Who calls Charon in hast, whilst I sit here in pain I carry none but pure and chast, such as true Love hath slaie. I come dear soul I come, thy face doth so incharm me, Come in my Boat and take thy room, neither wind nor wave shall harm thee.
Maid. Now I am come in thy Boat, I am a Maid undone, Sighing my heart is almost broak, for my Love he is from me gone. Thus as I pass the shades, ile tell you a mournful tale, So full of sighs as we do passe, shall serve us for a gayl. And so beguild the time, ile sing you a true Loves song, Mine eyes shall stow a Sea of tears to carry the Boat along.
WHats become of those hard hearts, of a Virgin takes no pity, Theyr sailing to Virginny parts, where Neptune hath built a City. O Cupid hath wounded me, and hath piercd my tender heart, To call for one whom I lovd so dear, who cares but little fort. Thus in the shades below, wel waste the tedious hours, No gusts of winds, but sighs shall blow, the Boat with Charons Oars. His Answer. Stay gentle Charon stay, and let thy Boat alone, Row not the harmlesse Maid away that sits and makes her moan. For she that calls so fast, and sighs so at thy stay, A Virgin is as pure and chast, as ere true Love did slay. Shes no dear soul for thee, let not her face incharm thee, Though room within thy Boat there be. her beauty there may harm thee. O fair one, if you go, im more undone than you, My heart doth equal sorrow know, and still my Love is true. The shades you must not passe, nor mournful stories tell Instead of sighing gales, alas! a kisse will do as well. Youd better stay ashore, and sing us a true Loves song,
Theres Sea enough he needs no more, to carry his Boat along. No heart so hard I know, but would gladly ease your pain, Else let him to Virginny go, and never return again. If Cupid hath wounded you, he had wounded me before, If you love as you say you do, I love you as much or more. In Beds of softest Down, wel spend the short livd nights, No gusts of wind or sighs shall drown the current of our delights. Maid. Come gentle Charon come, and me to shoar remove, The wind dispairing sighs did blow, shall waft me unto my Love. How slow the Boats-man stears, if he no faster ply, My Love to rid me of my fears, shall lend me his wings to flye. To thee dear Love I float, finding thee just and true. And bid to Charon and his Boat, eternally adieu. Make haste, make haste my Dear, for if thou longer stay, Thorough the floods without all fear, my Arms shall make their way. Welcome my Love to shoar Ile keep thee now from harms, And thou shalt ride forever more, at Anchor in my Arms.
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