%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Cupids Tragedy: / EIBNG / Corydon's Courtship; Or, Philomels Exaltation. 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 09/14/2018 35858

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R227082 1 The new Bory; Or, Will you be a Man os Fashion New Bourre, The The New Bouree; Or, Will You Be a Man of Fashion PRitty Phillomel was so Charming, / so much sweetness grac'd each part: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : Cupids Tragedy: / EIBNG / Corydon's Courtship; Or, Philomels Exaltation. Cupids Tragedy: BEING Corydon’s Courtship; Or, Philomels Exaltation. Cupid's Tragedy: BEING Corydon's Courtship; Or, Philomel's Exaltation. 1672-1672 P. Brooksby

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PRitty Phillomel was so Charming, so much sweetness grac'd each part: All her actions so allarming, so much goodness in her heart: That whoever saw this fair one, needs her Votary must be: She, ah! she, is Natures dear one, and I fear no less to me. Every smile was so betraying, in each look a Plot she laid: This I knew, yet was obeying, though I saw each Ambuscade.
And, to shew my forward duty, needs must venture in her sight, Till her Centinels of Beauty struck me blind with too much light. In this Transport, like a creature, with too sudden joy o'recome, Gaz'd upon this lovely Creature, till with extasie struck dumb: Yet my posture did discover that I was her humble Slave, And I found she lik'd her Lover, by a Signal that she gave.
WHen I saw my Pardon granted, streight I did approach her han[d] Kist and sigh'd, and sigh'd and panted, all my sences were at stand: Then she laught, and plainly told me I more manly would appear: And carress a Nymph more boldly, if that Phillis were but there. But if Corydon will leave her, Phillis need not to despair, Young Alexis will receive her, and your Choice will be less fair. Search the Groves and every Bower, set the Nymphs all on a row: Phillis is of all the Flower, and does bend the sharpest Bow. Ah, said I, divinest Creature, that the Powers above e're made: Do not wrong the Gods and Nature, but repent of what you've said: Phillis does not think so vainly, for to give the Maid her due: Oft she's said the Gods that made you, does admire themselves in you. Coridon, quoth she, your praises, if you love do not displease: But I know a Shepherds phrases can dissemble a Disease: If my Beauty has the power to attract to brave a Swain:
Walk with me to yonder Bower, I will gratifie your aim. Strephon all this while lay panting in a Cave, where he could hear Her too easie heart consenting, what he begg'd for many a year. Out he rusht from forth the Thicket, with his Javelin he run In poor Coridon did strike it, dye, said he, thou happy Man. When poor philomel saw him bleeding, stretcht along upon the ground: From her eyes the tears succeeding, with which she washt the bloody wound. Wrung her hands, and tore her hair, sigh'd that ever she was born: Coridon, quoth she, my Dear, do not leave me thus forlorn. Thus poor philomel in distraction call'd on her lov'd Coridon: Pray'd the Gods for satisfaction, thorough her heart a Poniard run. Thus, said she, the Gods deliver those that in true love do joyn: Thine, dear Coridon, thine forever, thou in life and death art mine.
FINIS. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the Golden-ball, in West-smithfield.