%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Love lies a Bleeding. / By whose mortal wounds you may soon understand, / What sorrows wee suffer since Love left the Land. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1653-1653 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36079

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R227880 2 The Cyclops Lay by your Pleading The Cyclops To the same Tune Lay by your Pleading To the Same Tune LAy by your pleading / Love lies a bleeding, LOve is a fewel, / A pretious jewel, 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: 22 Love lies a Bleeding. / By whose mortal wounds you may soon understand, / What sorrows wee suffer since Love left the Land. Love lies a Bleeding. By whose mortal wounds you may soon understand, What sorrows we suffer since Love left the Land. 1653-1653 F.G.

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LAy by your pleading Love lies a bleeding, Burn all your Poetry, and throw away your reading, Piety is painted and Truth is tainted Love is a Reprobate, and Shism now is Sainted the Throne Love doth sit on, wee daily do spit on, It was not thus, I wus, when Betty rul'd in Brittain. but friendship hath falter'd Loves Altars are alter'd And he that is the cause, I would his neck were halter'd When Love did nourish, England did flourish, Till holy hate came in, and made us all so currish, now every Widgeon talks of Religion, But doth as little good as Mahomet and's Pigeon each Coxcomb is suiting, his words for confuting, but heaven's sooner gaind by suffering than by disputing true friendship wee smother, and strike at our Brother, Apostles never went to God by killing one another.
Let Love but warm yee, Nothing can harm yee, When love is General, there's Angels in the Army Love keeps his Quarters, and fears no tortures The bravest fights are written in the book of Martyrs could wee be so civil, to do good for evil, It were the onely happy way to overcome the Devil, the flowers Love hath watered, Sedition hath scattered We talk with tongues of holiness, but act with hearts of hatred He that doth know mee, and Love will show me Hath found the nearest, noblest way to over-come me he that hath bound me, and then doth wound me, Wins not my heart, he doth not conquer but confound me, in such a condition Love is a Physician, True Love and Reason makes the purest Polititian, but strife and confusion deceit and delusion Though it seems to thrive at the first wil make a sad conclusion.
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LOve is a fewel, A pretious jewel, 'Tis Love must stinch the blood, when fury fights the duel, Love is a Bloudstone hate is a Toad-stone, Heaven is the North-point, and Love is the Load-stone though fury and scorn Loves Temples have torn, Hee'l keep his Covenant, and will not be forsworn, his Laws do not border, on strife and disorder, He scorns to get his wealth by perjury or Murder. What false-hood drew in, Grace never grew in Love will not raise himself upon anothers ruine, hee can present yee with peace and plenty love never advanceth one by throwing down of twenty, where Love is in season there Truth is, and reason The soul of Love is never underlaid with treason, he never doth quarrel for Princely apparel, Nor ever fixt a Chair of State upon a barrel. Love from the dull pit Of follies full pit Nev'r took an Anvile out and put it in a Pulpit, Love is no sinker, Truth is no slinker, In mending breaches, Love did never play the Tinkar where vengeance and lust is no truth is, nor trust is As will appear at last in Gods high court of Justice pitty and remorce is the strength of Loves forces Paul never converted me by stables fil'd with horses.
Mercy is fading, Truth is degrading, Love is the onely cause of Plenty, Peace, & Trading Love is a fire made of desire Whose chief ambition is to heaven to asp[ir]e it stops the gradation of fury and passion It governs all good families, & best can guide a Natio[n] the lowland, the highland, & my land and thy land Grew all in common strait, when love had left this Island. Where Peace is panting And rage is ranting, 'Tis an undoubted sign the King of Love is wanting, Father and Mother, Sister and Brother If love be lacking, quickly mischief one a-nother, where wrath is, the rod is that ruines our bodies With hate the Devil is, but where love is, God is, then let us not doubt it, but straight go about it To bring in love agen, wee cannot live without it. Then let the Graces Crown our embraces And let us settle all things in their proper places, lest Persecution cause dissolution, Let all purloyned wealth bee made a resti-tution For though now it tickles, turn all to prickles, Then let us live in peace & turn our swords to sickles, When Noah's Dove was sent out, then Gods pardon went out, They that would have it so, I hope will say Amen to't.
Finis. London, Printed for F.G. on Snow-hill. Entred according to Order.