%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Bashful Virgin: / OR, / The Secret Lover. / Cupid hath wounded her unto the heart / Which makes her feel a Love tormenting smart / Yet she (poor heart) is loath for to discover / Her real grief unto her dearest Lover, / At lenth she courage takes and doth reveal / What she long time intended to conceal. 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 03/19/2016 35256

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R226991 1 I am so deep in Love, or Little Boy Cupid's Courtesy I am so deep in Love, or Little Boy O What a pain it is / to be a Lover. Houghton Library 25242.67 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 5 The Bashful Virgin: / OR, / The Secret Lover. / Cupid hath wounded her unto the heart / Which makes her feel a Love tormenting smart / Yet she (poor heart) is loath for to discover / Her real grief unto her dearest Lover, / At lenth she courage takes and doth reveal / What she long time intended to conceal. The Bashful Virgin: OR, The Secret Lover. Cupid hath wounded her unto the heart Which makes her feel a Love tormenting smart Yet she (poor heart) is loath for to discover Her real grief unto her dearest Lover, At lenth she courage takes and doth reveal What she long time intended to conceal. The Bashful Virgin: OR, The Secret Lover. Cupid hath wounded her unto the heart Which makes her feel a Love tormenting smart Yet she (poor heart) is loath for to discover Her real grief unto her dearest Lover, At length she courage takes and doth reveal What she long time intended to conceal. ?-? W. Thackery, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood

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O What a pain it is to be a Lover, Being deny'd the bliss for to discover: Blind Cupid with his Dart hath wrought my anguish, Yet dare I not impart for whom I languish. I feed a flame within which so torments me, That it both pains my heart and yet contents me, It's such a pleasing smart and I so love it, That I had rather dye than once remove it.
But he for whom I grieve shall never know it, My tongue shall ne're discry nor my eyes show it: Not a sigh nor a tear, my grief discloses, But they fall silently like dew on Roses. But to prevent my Love for being cruel, My hearts the Sacrifice as 'tis the fuel, And whilst I suffer this to give him quiet, My faith rewards my Love though he deny it.
ON his eyes will I gaze and there delight me, Whilst I conceal my flames no frowns can fright me, To be more happy I dare not aspire, Nor can I fall more low mounting more higher. But words they are but wind I cannot bear it, Perhaps he may be kind although I fear it, To him I must impart for whom I languish, Or love will break my heart with grief and anguish. Dear love regard my grief, do not prove cruel Cupid hath plaid the thief and stoln a Jewel: My heart it is the prize now in thy keeping, Wounded by thy fair eyes which caus'd my weeping. My modesty excuse, blame higher powers Though Maidens do not use for to turn woers, Yet I had better speak truth to discover, Then that my heart should break whilst Love I smother.
With blushes on my cheek I do reveal it, That I do love thee dear ile not conceal it: Though Virgin-bashfulness now doth restrain me, Regard my heaviness do not disdain me. Love hath consum'd me so whilst I was silent, That I am worn with woe my pains so violent, Let pity move thy heart now to requite me, And I will do my part for to delight thee. With charms of Love my dear I will endeavor, Thy heart all times to cheer both now and ever: No harms shall thee annoy whilst I imbrase thee, If thou wilt be my joy Ile ne're disgrace thee. Therefore consider sweet how I invite thee. Let our affections meet, do not thou slight me: Answer me lovingly to my desire, Lest I with sorrow dye in Cupids fire.
London Printed for W. Thackery, T. Passenger, and W. Whitwood.