%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The two Scornfull Louers / OR / I care not whether I haue her or no. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1623-1623 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/22/2018 36114

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S94042 2 I'le goe no more a wooing by night [unknown] I'll Go No More a Wooing by Night To the same tune [unknown] To the Same Tune I Scorne the Concept / Of a Louers condition, THou fond foolish fellow, / Giue ouer thy rayling. I care not a pinne, / whether I haue her or no. [with variation] Faith I care not a pinne, / whether I haue you or no. [with variation] Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 24 The two Scornfull Louers / OR / I care not whether I haue her or no. The two Scornful Lovers OR I care not whether I have her or no. 1623-1623 I.T.

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I Scorne the Concept Of a Lovers condition, To mourne for that Love, that regards not his paine: I will not respect, This foolish Ambition, That slightly rewardeth, true Love with disdaine. I love her that loves me, My humor is such, And she that doth hate me, I hate her as much. Thus am I resolved, Howere the world goe; I care not a pinne, whether I have her or no. But what if another, Should chance to inherit: Her Love, that by love, is due unto me. Shall the losse of a wanton, Afflict my free spirit, Or cause me (like others) too sad for to be. Ile laugh when Im'e scorned, And give scorne for scorne, Or should my Love horne me, I'de give horne for horne: Yet none that doth love me,
Such trickes undergoe, For I care not a p[i]nne, whether I have her or no. The mind of a maiden, Is made of the weather: And useth to change, as oft as the winde: For long time livd Venus, And Vulcan together, Yet Venus did study, to make Vulcan blinde: For Mars did cornute him, Till Phoebus did find it: Then Vulcan did net them, though long he was blinded: If Gods use such tricks: My Love may doe so, I care not a pinne, whether I have her or no. I once did affect her, For beauty and feature. But now like to her, I regardlesse am growne: I once did respect her, The rarest of nature: But she prov'd ingratefull, and from me is gone. I once did admire
Her beauteous perfection, Yet now to retire, my mind gives direction: I never will love her, Whose love is so slow, I care not a pinne, whether I have her or no. You men that have true Loves. Whose minds are affected: O cast them not off, with your cruell disdaine: For maids that are constant, Should still be respected, Tis pitty that true love, should exprest be in vaine. Stand stedfast whilst life last, If stedfast they prove, That man is thrice happy, enjoyes a true Love. Love those that love ye, For mine doth not so: I care not a pinne, whether I have her or no. But I too late lover, Am fully resolved, To trust no more Females. while life doth endure: No though I should live, Till the world were dissolved, I never would love, Love is growne so impure. No Wantons not Wagtayles, I never will trust: For alwayes unto me, they proved unjust: To this sex so crooked, I am profest foe: I care not a pinne, whether I have her or no.
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THou fond foolish fellow, Give over thy rayling. For Maydes are as carelesse, in love as thyselfe: Dost thinke by these words There is any prevayling, Or that weele wed Coxecombs, for lucre of pelfe. No Sowter nor Carter, Shall my Love attaine: the longer you woe me, your suites are in vaine: Can you be disdainfull, And Maidens not so, Faith I care not a pinne, whether I have you or no. All men are too crabbed, And commonly vicious, That Maidens are fearefull, what party to wed: They are no sooner married, But they grow suspitious, That plaine dealing maidens, will graft on their head: But let them surmise, Or devise what they can: Whereere I affect, I'le be true to that man.
Though this man's Satirick, Yet all are not so: I care not a pinne, whether I have him or no. The bright Goddesse Luna, Doth never change ofter, Then man doth his mind, when he first goes to wo: Mans heart is of steele, But a maidens is softer, If men would be kind, we should all quickly doe, But faire men will promise, I oft have beene taught: But in their performance, their promise proves nought: I'le never trust young men, That promise me so, I care not a pinne, whether I have him or no. The God of Olympus Did burne with desire, He courted a Lady, in Forrest disguise: When he had obtain'd her, He set her on fire, For Juno had caus'd her,
to aske things unwise. If Maids must be burn'd, That to love doe consort, Few maids or young men, would delight in that sport. This trick shall disswade me, In love I'le be slow, I care not a pinne, whether I have him or no. You Maids that have Loves, Whose affections are fixed; Consort with them friendly, and use them as kind: For good men and bad men. Together are mixed, And hardly a Maid, can an honest man find. Use them well while you have them For troth they are scant, If you have choyce save them, for one I doe want: You see that my Lover, Doth my love forgoe, But I care not a pinne, whether I have him or no. So farewell good Young man, Since you doe disdaine me, I'le seeke for a new Love, whose love is more deare: You need not to say. You will alway refraine me, For I do reject you, as much I doe sweare. You cannot be wayward, But I can be coy, You cannot be froward, but I can say nay, This still is my answer, And still shall be so, I care not a pinne, whether I have thee or no.
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