%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> CUPID'S COURT / of EQUITY. / The scornful Lady quickly took, / While she her love Disdain'd: / She was prick'd down in Cupids Book, / His Vassal she remain'd. 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 04/04/2016 35407

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R228100 WHen first I bid my Love good morrow, / with tear in Eye, and hand on breast; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 7 CUPID'S COURT / of EQUITY. / The scornful Lady quickly took, / While she her love Disdain'd: / She was prick'd down in Cupids Book, / His Vassal she remain'd. CUPID’S COURT of EQUITY. The scornful Lady quickly took, While she her love Disdain’d: She was prick’d down in Cupids Book, His Vassal she remain’d. CUPID'S COURT of EQUITY. The scornful Lady quickly took, While she her love Disdained: She was pricked down in Cupid's Book, His Vassal she remained. ?-? P. Brooksby

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WHen first I bid my Love good morrow, with tear in Eye, and hand on breast; My heart was even drown'd in sorrow, and I poor soul was much opprest. The glances from her Eye so darted, I her captive soon was made; The Prisoner took was broken-hearted, this I find is Cupids Trade. All my reason then was banish'd, and I left in Captivity: My hop'd for joys were quickly vanish'd, by the Lightning of her Eye.
All my hopes at once were blasted, by one seeming scornful look: The joys I hop'd for to have tasted, had no Record in Cupids Book. I sigh'd, I groan'd just like a Lover, ready just for to depart; And had no hopes for to recover, for she, Oh she! had broke my heart. Away I went without her smiling, which was worse then death to me? And Cupid was me then beguiling of my Life and Liberty.
BUt when she see that I absented, almost melted into Tears, My Love-sick case she then lamented, and like myself was fill'd with fears. Alas, quoth she, am I so cruel, as to let this Lover dye? Or to his flames to add such fuel, as makes his heart to scorch and fry. A Balsome then I will provide him, shall effect a perfect cure; And in my bosome I will hide him, he shall not these pains indure. Mythinks I feel myself relenting, and in tears I almost melt: Now do I grieve at his tormenting, I now feel the pains he felt. None can indure this bitter anguish, which at this time I do feel: For want of him I grieve, I languish, none but he my wounds can heal. Let not your beauty make you peevish, you that nature made so fair: For mens as womens eyes are thievish, love commands or breeds dispair.
At first too strangely I did slight him, whom I now so much adore: He is the Man I do delight in, and now will do for evermore. His sighs and groans shall be requited, with a shoure of brackish tears: And my senses are benighted, fill'd with storms of dreads and fears. Oh come again before my sorrow brings me to the brink of Death, I cannot hope to see tomorrow, except you come to save my breath. Then come & take thy conquest quickly I am ready to depart: Just at this moment I am sickly, thou hast won my tender heart.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden- ball, near the Hospital-Gate, in West- smith-field.