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<DATE>2008-09-06</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080824.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The Di&s;contented Lover.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant new Court Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>TOule, toule, gentle bell for a &s;oule,</L>
<L>Killing care doth controule,</L>
<L>And my minde is &s;ore oppre&s;t:</L>
<L>But I feare I &s;hall dye</L>
<L>For a glance of that eye,</L>
<L>Which &s;o late'y did flye</L>
<L>Like a Comet from the skye,</L>
<L>Or like &s;ome great Diety:</L>
<L>But my wi&s;hes are in vaine,</L>
<L>I &s;hall never &s;&eacute;e't again.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When I in the Temple did &s;pye</L>
<L>This divine purity,</L>
<L>On her kn&eacute;es to her Saint;</L>
<L>Sh&eacute;e &s;&eacute;em'd &s;o divine,</L>
<L>All her graces did &s;hine</L>
<L>Farre more fairer then the &s;hrine:</L>
<L>Faith I wi&s;ht &s;h&eacute;e had beene mine,</L>
<L>And my heart full re&s;igne,</L>
<L>May powerfully prove</L>
<L>No Religion like love.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Faire, faire, and as cha&s;t as the aire.</L>
<L>Holy Nuns breath in prayer,</L>
<L>Was this Votre&s;&s;e divine:</L>
<L>From each eye dropt a teare,</L>
<L>Like the pearled violets were,</L>
<L>When the &s;pring doth appeare</L>
<L>To u&s;her in the yeare;</L>
<L>But I dare &s;afely &s;weare,</L>
<L>That tho&s;e teares trickle downe</L>
<L>For no &s;ins of her own.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But now encrea&s;eth my woe,</L>
<L>I by no meanes can know</L>
<L>Where this beauty doth dwell:</L>
<L>All her rites being done</L>
<L>To her Lady and her Sonne,</L>
<L>I was left all alone,</L>
<L>And my Saint was from m&eacute;e gone,</L>
<L>And to Heaven &s;h&eacute;e is flowne,</L>
<L>Which makes m&eacute;e to &s;ay</L>
<L>I can &s;carce live a day.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now I mu&s;t make ha&s;te and dye,</L>
<L>And a&s;cend to the skye</L>
<L>Where my hopes are inthron'd:</L>
<L>You Ladyes all adue,</L>
<L>Be your Loves fal&s;e or true.</L>
<L>I am going to view</L>
<L>One that far excels all you,</L>
<L>One whom I never knew;</L>
<L>But mu&s;t breath out my breath</L>
<L>For acquaintance in death.</L>
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<HEAD>The &s;econd part;</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>RIng, ring, merry bels, while we &s;ing,</L>
<L>Drinking healths to our King,</L>
<L>And our mindes all advanc'd;</L>
<L>Let us never feare to dye,</L>
<L>Till we drinke out each eye,</L>
<L>Let ca&s;h and cans flye</L>
<L>Like haile&s;tones from the skye,</L>
<L>Bacchus great Deity:</L>
<L>But my wi&s;hes are but vaine,</L>
<L>Fill the cans round againe.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When I in the Taverne did &s;pye</L>
<L>Such faire boone company</L>
<L>On our kn&eacute;es drinking healths,</L>
<L>W&eacute;e looke &s;o divine,</L>
<L>When our no&s;es did &s;hine</L>
<L>Well burni&s;ht with rich Wine,</L>
<L>Faith I wi&s;ht the cup were mine:</L>
<L>Vnto th&eacute;e I re&s;igne,</L>
<L>And may powerfully proove</L>
<L>In drinking thy love.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Fr&eacute;e, fr&eacute;e, as the aire let us b&eacute;e,</L>
<L>E&s;t&eacute;eming no degr&eacute;e,</L>
<L>But to all breaths alike,</L>
<L>From one eye dropt a teare,</L>
<L>Le&s;t you Maudlin appeare,</L>
<L>And next morning do feare</L>
<L>To be phy&s;ick'd with &s;mall b&eacute;ere;</L>
<L>But I dare &s;afely &s;weare</L>
<L>If a teare trickles downe.</L>
<L>'Tis for love to the Crowne.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But now encrea&s;eth my woe,</L>
<L>I by all meanes mu&s;t know</L>
<L>What is due for our Sack;</L>
<L>But the reckoning being payd</L>
<L>To the Ho&s;tes or Mayd,</L>
<L>W&eacute;e n&eacute;ed not be afraid</L>
<L>To be &s;curvily betrayd</L>
<L>To the Con&s;tables ayd:</L>
<L>Let us hone&s;tly pay</L>
<L>El&s;e w&eacute;e &s;carce get away.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Now mu&s;t I make ha&s;te and &s;&eacute;e</L>
<L>What wil us all fr&eacute;e</L>
<L>All our hands from the bar;</L>
<L>You Ladyes all adiew,</L>
<L>Be your reckoning fal&s;e or true,</L>
<L>I am going for to view</L>
<L>What belongeth to all you,</L>
<L>Though w&eacute;e pay more then our due,</L>
<L>Yet my pur&s;e I will &s;pend,</L>
<L>And my life for my friend.</L>
</LG>
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<P>Imprinted at London for <HI>Richard Harper,</HI> 1650.</P>
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