%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Celia's Complaint, for the loss of her Virginity. / She by fair words was quickly won, / Amintas prov'd Unkind; / And Celia says, she's quite Undone, / Much troubled in her mind. 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 03/07/2016 35087

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R227010 1 Philander Ah Cruel Bloody Fate Philander DEath quickly come away, / and ease me of my pain, Houghton Library Huth EBB65H Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 26 Celia's Complaint, for the loss of her Virginity. / She by fair words was quickly won, / Amintas prov'd Unkind; / And Celia says, she's quite Undone, / Much troubled in her mind. Celia’s Complaint, for the loss of her Virginity. She by fair words was quickly won, Amintas prov’d Unkind; And Celia says, she’s quite Undone, Much troubled in her mind. Celia's Complaint, for the loss of her Virginity. She by fair words was quickly won, Amintas proved Unkind; And Celia says, she's quite Undone, Much troubled in her mind. ?-? Charles Passenger

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DEath quickly come away, and ease me of my pain, The longer here I stay, my Life I must disdain: Such deadly smart, doth pierce my heart, no mortal can endure, Then let me dye, For certainly, I ne'r shall find a Cure. Amintas he is gone, I am forsaken quite, He was the onely Man, in whom I took delight: My Life to me, is Misery, since he is so unkind, He's from me fled, And I half Dead, poor soul, am left behind.
I Languish now in Grief by Night, and eke by Day, I can find no Relief, but hourly waste away: Was ever Lass, at this strange pass, or Wounded like to me; Come quickly Death, To stop my Breath, and end my Misery. I wish I ne'r had seen those eyes that me betray'd, Then surely had I been, a matchless happy Maid: Deluding Tongue, thou did'st me wrong, as well as his fair eyes; And Conquer'd all, I had a fall, and ne'r again shall rise.
MY spotless Virgins Fort, thou strongly didst assault, My Favour thou didst Court, and this was my great fault: So soon to yield, to thee the Field, which did my Honour stain; And now I cry, Continually, poor Celia Lov'd in vain. You Damsels all beware, take warning now by me, And let not Speeches fair, betray your Honesty: For I, poor I, assuredly, by them too soon was won: In discontent, I now Lament, alas, I'm quite undone. Ten thousand Sighs and Sobs, part with e'ry day, I feel such pangs and Throbs, and so Consume away: That with desire, I burn like fire, to be within thy Grave: Which to obtain, Would be my gain, that's all I now would have.
False Young-men now give o're, and cease for to betray, Deceive poor Maids no more, who hardly can say nay: But quickly bow, and make a vow, to Love you evermore: Then them you leave, To mourn and grieve, which grieves their hearts full sore. But 'tis a dreadful thing, that you should use them so, Which to their hearts will bring such Sorrow, Grief, and Woe: That often times, maids in their primes, they do themselves destroy: Because they find, Their Loves unkind, and cannot them injoy. Then dally so no more, with Maidens that are kind, For Blessings in great store, the Honest man shall find: But he that doth flye from the Truth, of what he did protest: Shall met with be, Assuredly, believe me 'tis no Jest.
Printed for Charles Passenger, at the Seven Stars on London-Bridge.