%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Loves Unspeakable Passion: / Or, The Youngman's Answer to / Tender hearts of London City. / Beauty over Love doth triumph, / causing Lovers to complain; / But 'tis pitty, one so pritty, / should be filled with disdain; University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1671-1671 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/13/2018 35823

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R228389 1 Tender hearts, &c, Tender Hearts of London City Tender Hearts, etc. HOw can I conceal my passion, / when I am used in this fashion, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : Loves Unspeakable Passion: / Or, The Youngman's Answer to / Tender hearts of London City. / Beauty over Love doth triumph, / causing Lovers to complain; / But 'tis pitty, one so pritty, / should be filled with disdain; Loves Unspeakable Passion: Or, The Youngman’s Answer to Tender hearts of London City. Beauty over Love doth triumph, causing Lovers to complain; But ‘tis pitty, one so pritty, should be filled with disdain; Love's Unspeakable Passion: Or, The Young man's Answer to Tender hearts of London City. Beauty over Love doth triumph, causing Lovers to complain; But 'tis pity, one so pretty, should be filled with disdain; 1671-1671 J. Deacon

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HOw can I conceal my passion, when I am used in this fashion, by that little blinking by, Who doth vex me and perplex me, and my comforts doth destroy. Oh forbear me cruel Cupid, Thou hast made me dull and stupid; and my sences are quite lost: Ne're was no man, by a woman, so bewitcht and strangely crost.
I am with her beauty wounded, In my thoughts I am confounded, would I had ne'r seen her face; For with desire, I burn like fire, and she ne'r pitties this my case. Come and seize me death, and ease me, Nothing else but she can please me, my soul I cannot call my own; She hath won me and undone me, night and day I sigh and groan.
For to leave her I endeavour, Then I fall into a Feavour; burning with a quenchless fire; But her beauty says 'tis duty, for to languish in desire. Then I fly into a passion, And tare my hair in my vexation, I curse the day when first I see her; Then my speech falters, my mind alters, and straight I cry she is my dear. Tis not common for a woman, For to boast she will undo man, yet I find she often doth; Oh 'tis pitty one so witty, shows no favour, knows no truth. You that are in spoyl delighted, Boasting that your lover's slighted, think not always thus to reign; When age oretakes ye, love forsakes ye, you'l be paid for your disdain, Oh consider whilst you flourish, That your Lover you should nourish, not requite him with disdain;
For if you frown, you cast him down, and turns his plesaures into pain. And his trouble soon grows double, Oh 'tis better to be noble, send me then a gentle smile, That may ease me, not displease me, but my sorrows all beguile. Then will I in heart adore thee, Like an image stand before thee, fearing to displease thyne eye; Then come and cherish, or I perish, like a fainting Lover dye. Spare my life dear, I intreat thee, With sweet language I will greet thee for to ease my mortal pain; Then forever, I'le endeavour to forget thy gross disdain.
FINIS Printed for J. Deacon, at the sign of the Angel, in Guilt-spur-street.