%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> CUPID'S POVVER. / Lovers forbear to grieve, be no more sad, / Here is such News will make your Hearts right glad; / Rouze up your selves, take courage and be bold, / Look here is Cupids Power for to be sold: / And now a fig for Cupid or his Dart, / Without his Power he cannot wound thy Heart. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1656-1656 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 11/14/2016 34037

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R171658 1 Dick and Nan: Or, The Tyrant. Bonny Sweet Robin; My Robin is to the Greenwood Gone Dick and Nan: Or, The Tyrant. TO cure melancholly, / I travers'd the fields, HE smil'd at them all, / but regarded them not, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1186 CUPID'S POVVER. / Lovers forbear to grieve, be no more sad, / Here is such News will make your Hearts right glad; / Rouze up your selves, take courage and be bold, / Look here is Cupids Power for to be sold: / And now a fig for Cupid or his Dart, / Without his Power he cannot wound thy Heart. CUPID’S POWER. Lovers forbear to grieve, be no more sad, Here is such News will make your Hearts right glad; Rouze up your selves, take courage and be bold, Look here is Cupids Power for to be sold: And now a fig for Cupid or his Dart, Without his Power he cannot wound thy Heart. CUPID'S POWER. Lovers forbear to grieve, be no more sad, Here is such News will make your Hearts right glad; Rouse up your selves, take courage and be bold, Look here is Cupid's Power for to be sold: And now a fig for Cupid or his Dart, Without his Power he cannot wound thy Heart. 1656-1656 Charls Tyus

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TO cure melancholly, I travers'd the fields, To please my sad fancy with such as it yields; Early one morning befure Phoebus did rise, With his radiant leams to adorn the clear skies. The morning was fair, the birds sweetly did sing, The meddows were circled with a silver spring: And the stately green trees by Boreas cool blast, Did delight me with Musick, till I them was past. At the end of those Trees, there was a large Plain, Whose colour 'twere pity one foot should it stain; Its bright streams were as clear as Crystal can be, With joy I was ravish'd this sight for to see. I stood and admired, but durst not go in, For to tread in that Plain I thought it a sin; Yet being desirous the whole Plain to see, [?]aste I did get me up
No sooner I was up, but I looked round, Of Harmonious Melody I heard the sound, And strait this green, lovely, and inchanted Plain Was fill'd with abundance of fire and flame. The sight made me tremble, I quiver'd and shak't, My bones it did shatter, and thy heart it ak't; In the Plain I did see thousands come tripping, After a naked Boy bowing and skipping. His eyes they were blinded, his Hair it was like gold, His person 'twas lovely, in's hands he did hold A fine carved Bow, 'twas most curiously done, And a Quiver of Arrows like an Archers son. His attendance was many and richly attir'd, With Crowns and with Scepters, at which I admir'd; Kings, Princes, and Ladies, came bowing and weeping, With doleful sighs and groans, they fell a greeting.
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HE smil'd at them all, but regarded them not, Though all (I perceived) was wounded and shot: But then he withdrew, and left them a space, Then this Boy of fire the green Plain did trace, And came to the end, where I was in the Tree, It made me sore troubled lest he should me see: Then I did begin for to fret and to rave, Fearing to become this little Boys slave. But such Divine Power did rule over me, This little blinde Rascal he did not me see; So when he was come to the place where I was, His Quiver and Bow he laid down on the grass. And being delighted to hear his own praise, His melodious Voice most sweetly did raise: (Quoth he) I'm little Cupid, the great God of Love, A Terror to all men, my being 's above. Vulcan my father 's a Blacksmith by Trade, Like Venus my Mother, no Beauty was made. They compose'd me of fire, and beauty together, And richly they've arm'd me with a Bow and Quiver. With my Fathers heat, that is fiery hot, At Venus-like Beauty my Arrows be shot; At all sorts of persons I do bend my Bow, And whilest they be flying, mine Arrows do grow.
This rare gallant Train that my person attend, Are those that but lately my Power did offend, And call me an idle, and a sawcy Lad, For which they are wounded, and almost stark mad. Diana so chaste, that doth scorn to have Mate, Whose Court's strongly guarded, and bar'd is the Gate, Yet the Nymphs that wait on her be prickt at the breast; The Surgeon's a young man that must give them rest. The Ginger-bread Lady that treads upon Eggs, And cannot tell where, nor how to set her leggs, I would comfort the Cockles of her heart, if she can But be tumbled and kist by her Serving-man. The cold frozen Virgin I set all on fire, And my golden Darts doth kindle desire; For she that did hate to hear of my Name, Now begs at my Shrine to pity her flame. The rare Scholars of Mars, (brave Souldiers so stout) That after they've conquer'd their Foes by a rout, Whose courage undaunted, looks death in the face, My invincible power doth captive that place. The whole World's my Court, there's no people free, From the Prince to the beggar, all's subject to me: What though I'm a Lad that's childish and small, Yet I little Cupid do conquer them all.
FINIS. London, Printed for Charls Tyus at the Three Bibles on London-bridge. 1664.