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         Playford, John, 1623-1686?
      
       
         
           1673
        
      
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             Love in the blossome, or, Fancy in the bud containing a pretty, pleasant and delightful courtship betwixt two very young (but truly amorous) lovers, being persons of very eminent quality (at their first entrance into Cupid's school) : to the tune of Amarillis told her swain / J.P.
             Playford, John, 1623-1686?
          
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             For W. Thackeray, and W. Whitwood,
             [S.l.] :
             [1672 or 1673]
          
           
             Attributed to John Playford. Cf. Wing.
             Imprint from Wing.
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           Love poetry, English.
           Ballads, English -- Texts.
           Broadsides -- England -- 17th century.
        
      
    
     
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           Love
           in
           the
           Blossome
           :
           
             Or
             ,
             Fancy
             in
             the
             Bud.
             
          
        
         
           
             Containing
             a
             Pretty
             ,
             Pleasant
             and
             Delightful
             Courtship
             ,
             betwixt
             two
             very
             Young
             (
             but
             truly
             Amorous
             )
             Lovers
             ,
             being
             persons
             of
             very
             Eminent
             Quality
             ,
             (
             at
             their
             first
             entrance
             into
             Cupids
             School
             .
             )
          
        
         
           To
           the
           tune
           of
           ,
           
             Amarillis
             told
             her
             Swain
          
           .
           
             J.
             P.
             
          
        
         
           
        
         
           
             ONe
             Summer
             evening
             fresh
             and
             fair
             ,
          
           
             Walking
             out
             to
             take
             the
             Ayre
             ,
          
           
             Near
             to
             the
             Court
             ,
             where
             Gallants
             sport
             ,
          
           
             I
             carefully
             did
             wander
             ,
          
           
             VVhereas
             in
             State
             ,
             two
             Lovers
             sate
          
           
             Like
             Hero
             and
             Leander
             .
          
        
         
           
             It
             was
             under
             a
             pleasant
             shade
             ,
          
           
             VVhere
             this
             prety
             Couple
             plaid
          
           
             They
             did
             not
             fear
             to
             be
             betray'd
          
           
             Nor
             had
             not
             yet
             espi'd
             me
             ,
          
           
             To
             hear
             them
             prattle
             down
             I
             laid
             ,
          
           
             And
             closely
             I
             did
             hide
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             were
             both
             of
             tender
             age
             ,
          
           
             In
             loves
             affairs
             for
             to
             ingage
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             Cupids
             craft
             ▪
             with
             feather'd
             shaft
          
           
             Had
             wounded
             them
             at
             distance
             ,
          
           
             No
             humane
             art
             can
             cure
             the
             smart
             ,
          
           
             In
             vain
             was
             their
             resistance
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             young
             Gallant
             ▪
             stripling
             sate
          
           
             By
             his
             loving
             Lady-mate
             ,
          
           
             And
             amorously
             began
             to
             prate
          
           
             He
             had
             both
             time
             and
             leisure
             ,
          
           
             VVith
             〈◊〉
             sweet
             ,
             their
             lips
             did
             meet
             ,
          
           
             VVherein
             they
             took
             great
             pleasure
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             in
             Cloth
             of
             Gold
             did
             shine
             ,
          
           
             And
             her
             Beauty
             seem'd
             divine
             ,
          
           
             I
             often
             wisht
             she
             had
             been
             mine
          
           
             Fain
             would
             I
             be
             his
             Taster
             ;
          
           
             But
             not
             one
             bit
             ,
             that
             I
             could
             get
             ,
          
           
             I
             was
             meat
             fit
             for
             my
             Master
             .
          
        
         
           
             Having
             now
             both
             time
             and
             place
          
           
             Lovingly
             for
             to
             imbrace
             ,
          
           
             This
             Gallants
             care
             ,
             was
             to
             prepare
          
           
             The
             Art
             of
             Love
             to
             show
             her
             :
          
           
             Then
             near
             I
             stept
             and
             closely
             crept
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             I
             heard
             him
             woe
             her
             .
          
        
         
           
             DEarest
             Love
             and
             Lady
             mine
             ,
          
           
             Let
             our
             hearts
             in
             one
             combine
             ,
          
           
             VVithin
             your
             brest
             ,
             my
             soul
             doth
             rest
          
           
             Great
             Cupid
             hath
             betray'd
             me
             :
          
           
             To
             kill
             or
             cure
             ,
             't
             is
             in
             your
             power
          
           
             Your
             Captive
             he
             hath
             made
             me
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             your
             mercy
             now
             I
             lie
             ,
          
           
             Grant
             me
             Love
             or
             else
             I
             die
             ,
          
           
             By
             virtue
             of
             your
             eye
             ,
          
           
             Dear
             heart
             in
             love
             I
             languish
             ,
          
           
             Then
             be
             not
             coy
             my
             only
             ioy
          
           
             But
             heal
             me
             of
             my
             anguish
             .
          
        
         
           
        
         
           
             Then
             she
             made
             this
             sweet
             reply
          
           
             A
             stranger
             unto
             Love
             am
             I
             ,
          
           
             Good
             Sir
             forbear
             ,
             let
             me
             not
             hear
          
           
             Of
             bondage
             at
             this
             season
             :
          
           
             The
             Ciprian
             Boy
             shall
             not
             destroy
          
           
             My
             freedome
             and
             my
             Reason
             .
          
        
         
           
             But
             if
             ever
             I
             should
             prove
             ,
          
           
             Subject
             to
             the
             God
             of
             Love
             ,
          
           
             Methinks
             my
             mind
             is
             so
             inclin'd
          
           
             Your
             Courtship
             is
             so
             moving
             ,
          
           
             No
             one
             but
             you
             ,
             whom
             I
             do
             know
             ,
          
           
             Shall
             teach
             me
             th'
             art
             of
             loving
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             he
             was
             quick
             to
             speak
             again
             ,
          
           
             Whilest
             his
             hopes
             afresh
             remain
             ;
          
           
             He
             sometimes
             kist
             ,
             and
             sometimes
             mist
          
           
             According
             as
             she
             strugled
             ▪
          
           
             But
             had
             they
             stai
             ▪
             d
             ,
             i
             'me
             half
             afraid
          
           
             His
             jo●es
             he
             would
             ha●e
             doubled
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             to
             break
             off
             their
             delight
          
           
             They
             saw
             coming
             in
             their
             sight
          
           
             Another
             pair
             ,
             both
             fresh
             and
             fair
          
           
             Of
             spruce
             and
             amorous
             Lovers
             ;
          
           
             And
             being
             met
             ,
             they
             made
             no
             let
          
           
             But
             all
             their
             love
             discovers
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             they
             walked
             hand
             in
             hand
             ,
          
           
             Subject
             all
             to
             loves
             command
             :
          
           
             I
             could
             not
             lye
             but
             up
             got
             I
          
           
             To
             see
             some
             further
             sport
             Sir
             ,
          
           
             'T
             was
             almost
             dark
             ,
             when
             ore
             the
             Park
          
           
             I
             see
             them
             p●●s
             to
             th'
             Court
             Sir.
             
          
        
         
           
             Then
             I
             wisht
             that
             I
             had
             there
          
           
             Such
             a
             pretty
             Lady
             near
          
           
             To
             court
             and
             kiss
             ,
             to
             hit
             and
             miss
             ▪
          
           
             As
             others
             had
             been
             wooing
             ;
          
           
             But
             all
             in
             vain
             I
             might
             complain
             ,
          
           
             For
             I
             could
             〈◊〉
             be
             doing
             .
          
        
      
    
     
  

