%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Unconstant Phillis. / OR, / The Unfortunate Shepherds Lamentation. / A Shepherd Swain in Love with Phillis fair, / By her disdain is brought to such dispair; / That doubtless he will dye without relief, / Such is his sorrow, and so great his grief, / His Phillis lov'd him once, but he neglected / The present time and now he is rejected. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1672-1672 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/19/2018 35667

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1 Tell me no more you love. How Cruel Is Fortune Grown Tell me no more you love. HOw cruel is fortune grown, / to turn all my hops to dispair? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : Unconstant Phillis. / OR, / The Unfortunate Shepherds Lamentation. / A Shepherd Swain in Love with Phillis fair, / By her disdain is brought to such dispair; / That doubtless he will dye without relief, / Such is his sorrow, and so great his grief, / His Phillis lov'd him once, but he neglected / The present time and now he is rejected. Unconstant Phillis. OR, The Unfortunate Shepherds Lamentation. A Shepherd Swain in Love with Phillis fair, By her disdain is brought to such dispair; That doubtless he will dye without relief, Such is his sorrow, and so great his grief, His Phillis lov’d him once, but he neglected The present time and now he is rejected. Inconstant Phillis. OR, The Unfortunate Shepherd's Lamentation. A Shepherd Swain in Love with Phillis fair, By her disdain is brought to such despair; That doubtless he will die without relief, Such is his sorrow, and so great his grief, His Phillis loved him once, but he neglected The present time and now he is rejected. 1672-1672 P. Brooksby

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HOw cruel is fortune grown, to turn all my hops to dispair? From bliss I am headlong thrown, and banisht the sight of my dear: Grant me some pitty kind heaven, to my sorrows afford some relief, Or let my poor soul be given, a Martyr unto my grief. All night I can take no rest, but Phillis is still in my mind, In dreams I with her am blest, but waking I find her unkind:
Which pierceth my heart full sore, and wounds me in every vein, So much that I cry and roar, whilst she triumphs in disdain. Ah Phillis remember yet, what pleasing delights I gave, I am sure you can't forget, you said I was brisk and brave: 'Twas under the Sycamore tree, then, then, O then that same time, You vow'd that you did love me, and counted not love a crime.
Those kisses you gave me then, will witness against your hate, Come kiss me so once agen, and i'le never complain of my fate: Those delights you would equally share, which were you consenting you'd find; Come hang't never sigh nor fear, but do't with a willing mind. If that I for love should dye, you'd want such a faithful friend, You know it as well as I, I need not my self commend: Your kindness i'le reward, and doubly your love i'le requite, Then Phillis my suit regard, and rob me not of my right. Ah! was it not better far, when lovingly we did meet; Then cruel thus as you are, with hatred your Lover to greet: That life which doth yet remain, to love I for ever resign, And though I do suffer pain, the fault shall be none of mine. I am plung'd in a desperate Pool of folly, as well as Love, For he is a negligent Fool, that will not his time improve: My Phillis once gave me her heart, and lov'd me more dearer then life,
She vow'd she would never part, but live with me as a wife. I trusted too much on her vow, and was not so fond as she, Which makes me repent it now, because she is cruel to me: This makes me distracted and mad, and shall never be quiet in mind, To think of those joys I have had, and find pritty Phillis unkind. Ye powers of Love can tell, my passion is true and just, My Phillis I love so well, that without her I perish must: So passionate is my desire, and so eagerly burns the flame, That gladly I could expire, repeating her very name. I'le to her, and once agen my desperate sorrow relate, One smile would relieve my pain, and banish my threatning fate: If now I do fancy aright, & the God of love stand but my friend, Then I shall have such delight, that never can have
An End. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden- Ball in West-Smithfield.