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TOule, toule, gentle bell for a soule, / Killing care doth controule, RIng, ring, merry bels, while we sing, / Drinking healths to our King, 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: 11 The Discontented Lover. The Discontented Lover. 1650-1650 Richard Harper

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TOule, toule, gentle bell for a soule, Killing care doth controule, And my minde is sore opprest: But I feare I shall dye For a glance of that eye, Which so lately did flye Like a Comet from the skye, Or like some great Diety: But my wishes are in vaine, I shall never see't againe. When I in the Temple did spye This divine purity, On her knees to her Saint; Shee seem'd so divine, All her graces did shine Farre more fairer then the shrine: Faith I wisht shee had beene mine, And my heart full resigne, May powerfully prove No Religion like love. Faire, faire, and as chast as the aire, Holy Nuns breath in prayer, Was this Votresse divine; From each eye dropt a teare, Like the pearled violets were,
When the spring doth appeare To usher in the yeare; But I dare safely sweare That those teares trickle downe For no sins of her own. But now encreaseth my woe, I by no meanes can know Where this beauty doth dwell; All her rites being done To her Lady and her Sonne, I was left all alone, And my Saint was from mee gone, And to Heaven shee is flowne, Which makes mee to say I can scarce live a day. Now I must make haste and dye, And ascend to the skye Where my hopes are inthron'd: You Ladyes all adue, Be your Loves false or true, I am going to view One that far excels all you, One whom I never knew; But must breath out my breath For acquaintance in death.
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RIng, ring, merry bels, while we sing, Drinking healths to our King, And our mindes all advanc'd; Let us never feare to dye, Till we drinke out each eye, Let cash and cana flye Like hailestones from the skye, Bacchus great Deity: But my wishes are but vaine, Fill the cans round againe. When I in the Taverne did spye Such faire boone company On our knees drinking healths, Wee looke so divine, When our noses did shine Well burnisht with rich Wine, Faith I wisht the cup were mine: Unto thee I resigne, And may powerfully proove In drinking thy love. Free, free, as the aire let us bee, Esteeming no degree, But to all breaths alike, From one eye dropt a teare, Lest you Maudlin appeare,
And next morning do feare To be physick'd with small beere; But I dare safely sweare If a teare trickles downe, 'Tis for love to the Crowne. But now encreaseth my woe, I by all meanes must know What is due for our Sack; But the reckoning being payd To the Hostes or Mayd, Wee need not be afraid To be scurvily betrayd To the Constables ayd: Let us honestly pay Else wee scarce get away. Now must I make haste and see What wil us all free All our hands from the bar; You Ladyes all adiew, Be your reckoning false or true, I am going for to view What belongeth to all you, Though wee pay more then our due, Yet my purse I will spend, And my life for my friend.
Imprinted at London for Richard Harper, 1650.