%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The True Lover's Paradice. / Cupid with his Golden Dart! / Pierc'd this Youngster to the Heart; / He counts Love a pleasant pain, / And his Freedom doth disdain, / Let other Lovers pattern take / By him who'll Dye for Celia's sake. 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 35374

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R228610 Ah! how pleasant are the Charms of Love, / which like Streams are always flowing? Houghton Library 25242.67 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 181 The True Lover's Paradice. / Cupid with his Golden Dart! / Pierc'd this Youngster to the Heart; / He counts Love a pleasant pain, / And his Freedom doth disdain, / Let other Lovers pattern take / By him who'll Dye for Celia's sake. The True Lover’s Paradice. Cupid with his Golden Dart! Pierc’d this Youngster to the Heart; He counts Love a pleasant pain, And his Freedom doth disdain, Let other Lovers pattern take By him who’ll Dye for Celia’s sake. The True Lover's Paradise. Cupid with his Golden Dart! Pierced this Youngster to the Heart; He counts Love a pleasant pain, And his Freedom doth disdain, Let other Lovers pattern take By him who'll Dye for Celia's sake. ?-? I. Conyers

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AH! how pleasant are the Charms of Love, which like Streams are always flowing? Ah! how pleasant are the Charms of Love, which like Streams are always flowing? So my Passion's still a growing, nothing but my Celias eyes can move, So my Passion's stil a growing, perfect and immortal are the joys above. When Celia did my heart surprize, every Sinew felt a pleasure; Each kind look from her obliging eyes fill'd my heart with endless Treasure:
Love, O Love! is the only Treasure, joy and blessing from the grave and wise, Give me Love, and Life, and Pleasure, I shall never envy what the World enjoys. In Love I chiefly now delight, and Doting grown in me no wonder, The Darts which did me once affright, and dread me far worse than Thunder, Now are welcome unto me, increasing still my warm desire: Celia's Captive I must be, she and none but she, that feeds my fire.
'Tis she that breeds my hearts content, I am like one dead without her, If from me once she doth absent, she carries all joys about her: With her looks she kills or saves me, and breeds my comfort, or my grief, In subjection she enslaves me, Celia thou most cunningly hast plaid the Thief. I now take pleasure in my Chains, in my Fetters I delight me, Yet sure to feel uncessant pains, if my Celia once doth slight me: On my heart is her impression, adding to my passion night and day, I from Love make no digression, Celia at thy feet my dearest Life I'll lay Oh was ever such a pleasant wound as my tender heart hath pierced? Or ever such a pleasing sound? or any in love better versed; Freedom now shall be despised, and Celia I am only thine; His sences sure must be disguised that in his heart desires to be a Libertine. Cupid I will only thee adore, and account it clear my Duty, My reason I do shew therefore, I am compell'd by Beauty Thy fairest eyes have so encharm'd me, thy self-love I must deny, And Love's Fire's so strangely warm'd me, Celia I most freely for thy Love can dye. Farewell all those pleasant Joys wherein Free-men are delighted; For they to me appear as Toys, by me they ever shall be slighted: Love's the thing that doth possess me, his Riches fain I would enjoy, With my Celia, Cupid bless me, nothing then of Crosses can my Love annoy.
Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven in Holborn.