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B02702 The discontented lover. To a pleasant new court tune. 1650 (1650) Wing D1566B; Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[11] 1,111 1

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The Discontented Lover To a pleasant new Court Tune 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 late'y did flye Like a Comet from the skye Or like some great Diety But my wishes are in vaine I shall never sée 't again When I in the Temple did spye This divine purity On her knées to her Saint Shée séem'd so divine All her graces did shine Farre more fairer then the shrine Faith I wisht shée 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 mée gone And to Heaven shée is flowne Which makes mée 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 The second part To the same tune 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 cans 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 knées drinking healths Wée looke so divine When our noses did shine Well burnisht with rich Wine Faith I wisht the cup were mine Vnto thée I resigne And may powerfully proove In drinking thy love Frée frée as the aire let us bée Estéeming no degrée 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 béere But I dare safely sweare If a teare trickles downe 'T is 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 Wée néed not be afraid To be scurvily betrayd To the Constables ayd Let us honestly pay Else wée scarce get away Now must I make haste and sée What wil us all frée 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 wée pay more then our due Yet my purse I will spend And my life for my friend Imprinted at London for Richard Harper 1650.