%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The healing Balsom of / a true Lover. / While Phillis seemed to be strange, / Her love was almost mad, / But when he found a suddain change, / It made his heart full glad. 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 07/01/2014 33612

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R33599 1 Amoret and Phillis. Amoret and Phyllis Amoret and Phillis. PHillis my wounded hearts delight / doth triumph o're my soul, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 996 The healing Balsom of / a true Lover. / While Phillis seemed to be strange, / Her love was almost mad, / But when he found a suddain change, / It made his heart full glad. The healing Balsam of a true Lover. While Phillis seemed to be strange, Her love was almost mad, But when he found a sudden change, It made his heart full glad. ?-? F. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright J. Clark. W. Thackery and T. Passenger

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PHillis my wounded hearts delight doth triumph o're my soul, When she is gone out of my sight I by myself condoul. No comfort then at all I find when absent she's from me, I chide the woods cause they'r unkind: and rail at every tree. I wander through the shady woods thinking my love to find, I threaten then the sliding floods and quarrel with each Wind. The Lark that do so early rise I ask'd if her she see, But nothing she to me replies but makes a song of me.
My passion she doth strangly mock laughs at what I endure, And straight I leave my wandring flock in hopes to find a cure. Quite through the plains I rudely walk like one bereft of wit, And as unto myself I talk I fall into a fit. Strange sights methinks I then do see which trouble me full sore, If once I could again get free I ne'r would love her more, But there's no hopes for me at all my liberty to gain, Nor e're to get out of this thrall poor lovesick helpless Swain.
YOu happy shepherds that are free pray keep so if you can, And take a pattern now by me a poor distressed man. Love is a base and cruel cheat and rob[b]s men of their rest, Compos'd of nothing but deceit while free men they are blest. Phillis was false yet seemed kind and caught me in a snare, Now she bewrays her faithless mind I mourn beneath despair. O Cupid thou deceitful boy let loose a helpless swain Deprived of his bliss and joy and tost in Seas of pain. Cease, Cease my dear do not complain blame not blind Cupids dart, For I will ease thee of thy pain and ease thy lovesick heart. What love did cause thee to endure I grieve to think thereon, Thou art the man i'le thee assure that I do dote upon. To thee I seemed strange because i'de have thee fond of me, And teach thee tricks in Cupids laws I thought were strange to thee. But now I find thou dost acquaint thyself with such like things, I can't endure to hear complaint thou shalt tast of loves springs. The Balsom of my lips i'le lay upon my bleeding wound; Shall cause thy pain to pass away and shalt soon be sound. Come take a kiss from thy dear heart my love I can't express, And when thou feel'st no more of smart count it a happiness. How many lovers have been lost wanting a salve like mine, And in the world been strangly crost yet by the power divine. I'me sent to heal thy bleeding brest and ease thee of thy sore, For which I hope I shall be blest and happy evermore.
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