%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> THE / True Lovers Overthrow, / Whilst poor Amintas pin'd to Death, / For Celia bright and fair, / At last for him she lost her Breath, / A grief beyond compare. 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 04/01/2016 35372

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R185673 AH Cupid! thou provest unkind and too cruel, / a true loving Shepherd thus strangely to wound; Houghton Library 25242.67 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 180 THE / True Lovers Overthrow, / Whilst poor Amintas pin'd to Death, / For Celia bright and fair, / At last for him she lost her Breath, / A grief beyond compare. THE True Lovers Overthrow, Whilst poor Amintas pin’d to Death, For Celia bright and fair, At last for him she lost her Breath, A grief beyond compare. THE True Lovers Overthrow, Whilst poor Amintas pined to Death, For Celia bright and fair, At last for him she lost her Breath, A grief beyond compare. ?-? P. Brooksby

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AH Cupid! thou provest unkind and too cruel, a true loving Shepherd thus strangely to wound; She that I counted my Love and my Jewel her hatred and enmity now I have found; But let her prove Faithless, yet I will prove Loyal and tho she doth Tyrannise constant il'e be; For she that hath given to me the denial, my Ruin and Destiny soon she will see, Here panting I lye and am always complaining, how she to her true Love hath proved severe; And when I consider her, scorn and disdaining, from my blubber'd eyes then I part with a Tear: And panting just like a disconsolate Lover, cry Celia how could'st thou be cruel to me; As she her disdain so I folly discover, and how I am martyr'd she quickly will see.
Now I of my Senses am strangely bereaved, and captiv'd I am by the charms of her Eye; Yet at my sad Torments she nothing is grieved, nor pitties me not tho in Fetters I lye, But if I at present am scorned and slighted, and nothing can prove more disdainful than she, Yet she without Question will once be requited, and then shee'l remember her scorning of me. 'Tis pitty that Cruelty's pleasing unto her, and that in disdain she should take a delight; For one time or other I fear 'twill undo her, and Tyrants but seldom get anything by 't; What Creature so fair coul'd so slight a poor Lover? that never was pleas'd till her Beauty he see; No Riches nor Pleasure I prized above her, and yet she could prove so disdainful to me.
Well since 'tis my fate I must needs be contented, And under my burthen must patiently ly; What's for me alotted cannot be prevented: The worst she can do is to scorne till I Dy And when for her sake, with this World I have parted Those that do outlive me will sorrowful be, And say the poor Shepherd he dy's broken hearted So a sorrowful Epitaph write over me. And when a long time He in sorrow had pined, At last he submitted to conquering Death; His vitals decaied and his life He resigned And sighing did yeild up his murmuring breath But when these sad tydings to Celia were carry'd That she her poor Shephard no oftner should see Since he by her cruelty so had miscarry'd She cr'yd there is none so unhappy as me. Ah Shepherd most Faithful true, loyal, and constant Thou for thy fidelity payest to dear, Who'd think that thy doom I should work in an instant And now my owne ruine I greatly do fear Yet 'twill be but justice if I am requited For cruel didsain and for storming of thee; My joys I do fear now will soon be benighted, Then ruin and sorrow will wait upon me. But now 'tis too late my dear Love to recal thee, Thine eyes they are clos'd and thy Breath it is gone, Tho such cruel Destiny chanc'd to befall thee, In Loves cooler Shades I will, meet thee anon; My Conscience is prick'd and my Senses confounded, Wherever I go I thy Spirit do see, I grieve that to Death a true Lover I wounded, And now the same Fate is attending on me. I slight all the comforts that mortals can give me, And here on the Earth I no pleasure can take. There's nothing on this side the Grave can relieve me, I must languishing dye for my true Lovers sake, And now my Amintas with speed do expect me, For soon in Eizium with thee il'e be: You powers of Love to the Shades now direct me, Where I my Amintas may joyfully see. Thus since you have heard of two true Lovers Ruine, I hope this to others a warning will be, Since this to them both did prove an undooing, The fruits of disdain here you plainly may see; Let those that are now bound fast in Loves Fetter, Endeavour to fly from Pride, Scorn and Disdain, The Fruits of Love storming, but seldom proves better, What in pleasure begins, too oft endeth in pain.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden Ball in Pye-Corner