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Cupids garland set round about with gilded roses containing many pleasant songs and sonnets newly written.
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1674
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Wing C7602; ESTC R20355
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Cupids Garland SET Round about WITH Gilded Roses Containing many pleasant Songs and Sonnets Newly Written Omnia Amator Debuerat sertis implicuissa comat London Printed by E. Crowch for F. Colet T. Vere and J. Wright 1674. The Contents A Song of King Edward's wooing the fair Maid of London Her Answer A Royal Song of the Red Rose and the White The Life and Death of the renowned Gallant Thomas Stukley A Sonnet of a Chaste Lover A Pastoral Song A lameâ—table end of Shor's Wife some time Concubine to King Edward the 4th A Song of a Begger and a King A Lamentable Song of the fall of the Dutchess of Glocester A Shepherds Sorrow because he could not Wooe A Song of Lord Wigmore and the fair maid of Dunsmore in Warwick-shire The sad Complaint of fair Isabel for the loss of her Honour The Story of Ill-May-Day A Song and Verses made upon a Sigh Cupids Garland here is set with gilded Roses round And if the Reader likes of it the Garland then is Crown'd A Courtly new Song shewing how King Edward wooed the fair maid of LONDON To the Tune of Dulcina FAir Angel Pearl of Beauty thou that art my hearts sole treasure Thou my Subject art my duty yet I must obey thy pleasure When Love doth sway Kings must obey And to his Scepter yeilding be Swéet Maiden bright Grant my delight And come sweet Virgin unto me Gallant Lady let my Love so much favour once obtain That you would my suit approve pittying me when I complain Think on the Court What Masks and Sport And Pleasures new invented be All these are thine Be thou but mine And come sweet Virgin unto me Art thou not Fair Love contented with those offers I do make Your Love shall never be repented if my promise you dare take my Royal word It will afford If that thou wilt but loving be Thou shalt be séen Like Englands Quéen Then come sweet Virgin unto me Be not resolved a Maid to dye For where Beauty he doth spye chastity is ne're intended Some Shepheards daughter May chance hereafter Through all her life a Maid to be But Ladies bright Should love delight Then come sweet Virgin unto me You shall purchase great renown why should you then be so cruel And upon King Edward frown that estéems your love a Iewel Oh do but grant What I do want And to my gentle suit agrée Do thou obey That I may say Welcome sweet Virgin unto me The fair Maid of Londons Answer to King Edwards Wanton Love To the same Tune KIng Edward know it is in vain thus with fairest words to wooe me From dignities I will refrain lest courtly honour do undo me like to Jane Shore and many more Who many happy daies did sée but she did dye in misery Then let me still a Vi gin be Hope of honour shall not tempt me to yéeld to your desire With my estate I am content nor do I wish to rise yet higher My spotless fame I will maintain And unto heaven bear with me And so to the end I am your friend But still a Virgin I will be A Royal Song of the red Rose and the white united together by the happy Marriage of King Henry the Seventh and Ellzabeth Plantaginet Daughter to Edward the 4th from whom King James of Famous memory lineally descended To the Tune of The blazing Torch WHen as the Earth did blush with blood of Men in Battel slain Whilst York against Lancaster stood then Henry did obtain His Right at last and did beat down King Richard in the Field Who being kill'd did loose his Crown but never would he yeild Then Henry from the ancient House of Lancaster descended Did marry with the House of York and so the difference ended For York who did the White Rose give was with the Red Rose plighted And by this happy Marriage so these Roses were Vnited These Royal Roses buding forth that Henry soon consented For to advance his Daughters worth which England ne're repented That she should be great Scotlands quéen which Match the Lord befrinded So that King James of worthy same from that same Quéen descended Thus all the Wars at last did cease by this most Royal Pair This Land doth now enjoy swéet peace by this bright Lady fair And now still in remembrance that these Roses were conjoyned The Roses yet in Royal Armes are with the Crown combined The famous life and death of the renowned English Gallant Thomas Stukely who lived in the time of Queen Elizabeth and ended his dayes in a Battel of three Kings in Barbary To the Tune of Henries going to Bullain IN England in the West Where Phoebus takes his rest There lusty Stukely he was born By birth he was a Clothiers Son Deeds of wonder he hath done Which with lasting praise his name adorn Lusty Stukely he was nam'd And much honour gain'd For so reports the story of his life He married with a London Dame Daughter to an Alderman And had great store of treasure with his wife But he in riot soon Her portion did consume Which struck old Curtis so unto the heart Who was his wives own Father That he with age or rather With sorrow did his life depart When he was laid in earth Stukely began his mirth His golden Angels then began to fly He night by night in pleasure Did melt away his treasure And wished that his loving wife would dye While vice he maintain'd His wants at last constrained Him to sell the Pavements of his yard Which with blocks of Tin was lin'd Old Curtis left the same behind But he the same did ne're the more regard His wife hereat lamented And was much discontented Make much of me dear Husband she did cry I le make much more swéet-heart of the Than any other shall quoth he I le sell thy cloaths and so from England fly So first he went to Italy And when he came to Barbary Whereby his valour he did soon obtain The Standard Royal for to bear While in one Field there did appear Thrée Kings their right for to maintain The Sun did ne're behold A battel fought more bold And afterwards brave Stukely there was slain By those Ital ans of great worth Which Stukely to the field drew forth And thus unto himself he did complain Was I mad or did I rade Thus to séek a Forraign grave And at home abuse my loving wife Stukely on the ground now lies Like to Mars his Sacrifice And bléeding here must end my wretched life And with this word his breath was stopped soon by death His empty body lay upon the ground which buried once they did make a royal Tomb for Stukelies sake And still his noble valour is renown'd A Pastoral Song or discourse between a Gentleman and a Shepherd concerning Love To the Tune of The Ladies fall AS I did walk one day abroad I spy'd a Shepherds Swain Who often stoopt to gather Flowers and séem'd to take much