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T34343 FAIR Angel of England thy Beauty most bright / Is all my Heart's Pleasure, my Joy, and Delight; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 289773 A Courtly New BALLAD of the Princely Wooing of the / Fair Maid of London, by King EDWARD. A Courtly New BALLAD of the Princely Wooing of the Fair Maid of London, by King EDWARD. A Courtly New BALLAD of the Princely Wooing of the Fair Maid of London, by King EDWARD. 1730-1730

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FAIR Angel of England thy Beauty most bright Is all my Hearts Pleasure, my Joy, and Delight; Then grant me fair Lady thy true Lore to be, That I may say welcome, good Fortune to me. The Turtle so chast and true in her Love, By gentle Perswasions her Fancy will move; Then be not intreated, fair Lady, in vain, For Nature requireth what I should obtain. The Phoenix so famous that lieth alone, Is vowed to Chastity, being but one; But be not, my Dearest, so chast in desire, Least thou like the phoenix dost Penance in fire. But alas! gentle Lady, I pitty your State, In being resolved to live without Mate; For if of our Courting the Pleasure you knew, You would have a likeing the same to ensue. Long time I have sued the same to obtain, Yet I am requited with Scorn and Disdain; But if you will grant your good-will unto me, You shall be advanced to Princely Degree. Promotions and Honour may often entice The chastest that live, tho never so nice; What Woman so worthy but could be content, To live in Palaces where Princes frequent? Two Brides young and princely to Church I have led, Two Ladies now lately have decked my Bed;
Yet hath thy Love taken more Root in my Heart, Than all the Contentments, whereof I had Part. Your gentle Heart cannot Mens Hearts much abide, And Women least angry when most they do chide; Then yeild to me kindly, and say that at length, Men they want Mercy, and poor Women Strength. I grant that fair Ladies may poor Men resist, And Princes may conquer and wooe when they list, A King may command them to lye by his Side, Whos Features deserveth to be a Kings Bride. In granting your Love you shall purchase Renown, Your Head shall be crownd with Englands Crown, Thy Garments most gallant of Gold shall be wrought, If true Love with Treasure of thee may be bought. Great Ladies of Honour shall wait on her Train, Most richly attird with Scarlet in grain, My Chamber most princely thy Person shall keep, Where Virgins with Musick shall rock thee asleep. If theres any Pleasure thy Heart can invent, Command them sweet Lady thy Heart to content, For Kings gallant Courts where Princes do dwell, Afford such sweet Pastime as Ladies love well. Then be not resolved to die a true Maid, But print in thy Bosom those Words I have said, And grant a King Favour your true Love to be, That I may say, Welcome sweet Virgin to me.
The fair Maid of Londons Answer to King Edwar[d] O Wanton King Edward thy Labours in vain, To follow the Pleasures thou canst not attain, With getting thou losest, and having dost want it, The which if thou purchase, is spoild if thou hast it. But if thou obtain it, thou nothing hast won, And I losing nothing yet quite am undone; But if of my Jewel a King do deceive me, No King can restore though a Kingdom he give me. My Colour is changed since thou see me last, My Favour is vanishd, my Beauty is past, The Rose-red Blushes that sat in my Cheeks, To Paleness is turned, which all Men dislikes. I pass not for Princes for love I protest, The Name of a Virgin contenteth me best, I have not deserved to lye by his Side, Nor yet to be counted so, King Edwards Bride. The Name of a Princess I never did crave, No such Type of Honour thy Hand-maid will have, My Breast shall not harbour so lofty a Thought, Nor be with rich Proffers to Wattonness brought. If wild wanton Rosamond, one of our Sort, Had never frequented King Henrys fair Court, Such Heaps of deep Sorrows she never had seen, Nor tasted the Rage of so jealous a Queen. All Men have their Freedom to shew their Intent, They win not a Woman except she consent; Who then can impute to them any Fault, Who still go upright until Men do halt. Tis counted a Kindness in Men for to try, And Virtue in Women the same to deny; For Women unconstant can never be provd, Until by their betters therein they be movd. If Woman and Modesty once do but sever, Then farewel good Name and Credit for ever; And Royal King Edward let me be exild, Ere any Man knows my Bodys defild. No, no, my Reverend Fathers Tears, Too deep an Impression upon my Heart bears, Nor shall his bright Honour that Blot for me have, To bring his Grey Hairs with Grief to the Grave. The Heavens forbear that when I shall die, That any such Sin should upon me lye; If I have thus kept me from doing this Sin, My Heart shall not yield with a Prince to begin. Come rather with Pity and weep on my Tomb, Then for my Birth curb my dear Mothers Womb, That brought such a Blosom that stained the Tree, With wanton Desires that shame her and me. Leave me most noble King, tempt not in vain, My milk-white Affection with Lewdness to stain, Though England will give me no Comforts at all, Yet England will give me a sad Burial.