%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / Suffering LOVER: / OR, / Fair FLORAMELLA's Melting Petition / TO HER / Dear PHILANDER. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/26/2014 33334

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R227619 1 To an excellent new Tune. UNKNOWN To an excellent new Tune. IN the desarts of Greenland, / where the sun ne'er cast an eye, Each vein of me, shall ever be / Panting for love of thee. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 685 THE / Suffering LOVER: / OR, / Fair FLORAMELLA's Melting Petition / TO HER / Dear PHILANDER. THE Suffering LOVER: OR, Fair FLORAMELLA’s Melting Petition TO HER Dear PHILANDER. THE Suffering LOVER: OR, Fair FLORAMELLA's Melting Petition TO HER Dear PHILANDER. ?-? C. Bates

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IN the desarts of Greenland, where the sun ne'er cast an eye, Blest with thee, my dear Philander, I could chuse to live and dye: No nymph with her sly subtil art, E'er shall have power to steal my heart, Thou art all in all in every part, Each vein of me, shall ever be Panting for love of thee. On the sands of scorch't Africk, where the sun-burn'd natives fry, Blest with thee, my dear Philander, I could chuse to live and dye: No swain with his aid, wit, or art, E'er shall have power to storm my heart, Thou art all in all in every part, Each vein of me, shall ever be Panting for love of me. In desarts of Arabia, from which place all creatures fly, Blest with thee, my dear Philander, I could chuse to live and dye: Such pleasures I with thee should find, That would ease the anguish of my mind, For to none but thee will I e'er be kind, Each vein of me, shall ever be Panting f[o]r love of thee. Thro' the greatest of danger, I would venture with my dear, And my heart should be a stranger, to the sad effects of fear: If on the raging ocean sea, Thou would then my skilful pilot be, Therefore thro' the world I'd wander with thee, Each vein of me, shall every be Panting for love of thee.
No joys are worth possessing, thro' the universe below, Should I be deny'd the blessing, of my dear Ph[i]lander, tho I might enjoy a diadem, And in golden streams of pleasure swim, I would slight them all in respect of him, Whom evermore, I will adore, He has my heart in store. Fly to thy Floramella, for to chear her drooping heart; Should I wear the wreath willow, be like a fatal dart: Then dear Philander come away, I long to see the delightful day, Which will crown our joy with innocent play, Each vein of me, shall ever be Panting for love of thee. Let me never be slighted for the love which I bear, Least my wrongs they should be righted, by your languishing despair; For should you kill me with disdain, Then tears and sorrow would be in vain, A lost life they can't recover again, The veins in me, shall ever be Panting for love of thee.
FINIS. LONDON: Printed for C. Bates, at the White-hart in West-smithfield.