%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Loves Mistresse / OR / Natures Rarity. S., S. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1650-1650 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36015

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R227885 2 Tell me you wandring Spirits in the aire Tell Me, You Wandering Spirits Tell Me You Wandering Spirits in the Air to the same Tune Tell Me, You Wandering Spirits To the Same Tune TEll me you wandering Spirits in the Aire, / when that you saw a nymph more bright, more fair OH tast the fountains silver=streaming Springs / And Hellicon, where Lady Muses sings; Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 25 Loves Mistresse / OR / Natures Rarity. Love's Mistress OR Nature's Rarity. S., S. 1650-1650 Francis Grove

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<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Loves Mistresse</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">OR</hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Natures Rarity.</hi></seg> <lb/> <seg n="4" rend="left"><hi rend="italic"><hi rend="bold">To a most excellent delicious new Tune, called, Tell me you wandring Spirits in the aire.</hi></hi></seg>
TEll me you wandering Spirits in the Aire, when that you saw a nymph more bright, more fair Then Beauties Darling (wheresoe'r she flyes) Or twinkling Comets in the Starry Skies, If in this world a Phenix may be found, she, tis she, whose graces must & shal be crown'd Oh call her from the fair Elizium Bay And tell her how my sences fade away, For in her being was my fixed state; But shee's dissolv'd, my time is out of date: Shee's flown, shee's flown unto the Azure Skies, Then cry, then cry, Amintas for her absence dies. Turn sacred Nymph, restore my latest breath, That am designed for untimely death; Tis she can cure me with her glorious looks,
Without the skil of Doctors or their books: Then let thy beauty with such splendor shine, To raise, to raise this drouping love-sicke heart of mine. Search, search the Vallys, where the Vestal train And Shepherdesses in their state remain; walk through the woods, & view the mirtle Groves where loves queen rangeth with her turtle doves: Shee's like faire Venus in her glorious Rayes, Then crown her, crown her with a wreath of royal Bayes Walk through the gardens, view the damask Rose And smel what scent those precious leaves inclos[e] 'tis her sweet breath that gives this odorous sme[ll] And peerlesse vertue, (richly doth excell:) If there you see one like the Radiant Sun, shee, 'tis she, whom I adore, Loves Paragon.
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OH tast the fountains silver-streaming Springs And Hellicon, where Lady Muses sings; Distill the Sea, wade through the Ocean deep, She may be Tombed in eternall sleep; But shee's convey'd from every mortal eye, O Cloris, Cloris, come away, or else for thee I die. Search, search the rocks, where Syrens sing their charmes She may be lulld in their inchanting armes; Fish, fish for pearle, and you may Corals find Or else a Jewel to content the mind; My blisse, my joyes are turnd' to destiny, That I, that I must yeeld to dye for loving thee. Scale high Olympus, where the Gods remain, And Goddesses with all their royal Traine, View perfectly the spangled Orbe and see If Cloris, Cloris be in royalty, Shee's gone, shee's gone, whilst I in torments frye, Opprest, opprest with pain, fain wold but cannot die
Search every quarter of the world, and see, If Natures peece so excellent there be; Turn round the Globe and view each center right If there you find one like to Phoebus bright, With lustrous beauty shining in extreams, she, 'tis she, eclipsing Luna with her beames. O stay a while, I may informe you ill; Were she on Earth, she had been with me still: Flie, flie to heaven examine every Sphere, And see what Stars are lately fixed there If any brighter then the Sun you see, Fall down, fal down and honour her for that is she
S.S. FINIS. London printed for Francis Grove on Snow-hill.