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B02542 Cupid's court of equity. The scornful lady quickly took, while she her love disdain'd: she was prick'd down in Cupid's book, his vassal she remain'd. Tune of, When first I bid my love good-morrow. 1680-1685? (1685) Wing C7599; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[57] 933 1

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CUPIDS COURT of EQUITY The scornful Lady quickly took While she her love Disdain'd She was prick'd down in Cupids Book His Vassal she remain'd Tune of When first I bid my Love Good-Morrow WHen first I bid my Love good morrow with tear in Eye and hand on breast My heart was even drown'd in sorrow and I poor soul was much opprest The glances from her Eye so darted I her captive soon was made The Prisoner took was broken-hearted this I find is Cupids Trade All my reason then was banish'd and I left in Captivity My hop'd for joys were quickly vanish'd by the Lightning of her Eye All my hopes at once were blasted by one seeming scornful look The joys I hop'd for to have tasted had no Record in Cupids Book I sigh'd I groun'd just like a Lover ready just for to depart And had no hopes for to recover for she Oh she had broke my heart Away I went without her smiling which was worse then death to me And Cupid was me then beguiling of my Life and Liberty BUt when she see that I absented almost melted into Tears By Love sick case she then lamented and like my self was fill'd with fears Alas quoth she am I so cruel as to let this Lover dye Or to his flames to add such fuel as makes his heart to scorch and fry A Balsome then I will provide him shall effect a perfect cure And in my bosome I will hide him he shall not these pains indure My thinks I feel my self relenting and in tears I almost melt Now do I grieve at his tormenting I now feel the pains he felt None can indure this bitter anguish which at this time I do feel For want of him I grieve I languish none but he my wounds can heal Let not your beauty make you peevish you that nature made so fair For mens as womens eyes are thievish love commands or breeds dispair At first too strangely I did slight him whom I now so much adore He is the Man I do delight in and now will do for evermore His sighs and groans shall be requited with a shoure of brackish tears And my senses are benighted fill'd with storms of dreads and fears Oh come again before my soreow brings me to the brink of Death I cannot hope to see to morrow except you come to save my breath Then come take thy conquest quickly I am ready to depart Just at this moment I am sickly thou hast won my tender heart FINIS Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-ball near the Hospital-Gate in West-smith-field