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         L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680?
      
       
         
           1678-1681?
        
      
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             Loves fierce desire, and hopes of recovery. Or, A true and brief description of two resolved lovers; whose excellent wits, sutable minds, and faithful hearts one to another, shall heedfully be spoken of in this following new made paper of verses. To a delightful new tune, or, Fair angel of England.
             L. P. (Laurence Price), fl. 1625-1680?
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts).
           
             Printed for F[rancis]. Coles, T[homas]. Vere, J[ohn]. Wright, J[ohn]. Clarke, W[illiam]. Thackeray, and T[homas]. Passinger.,
             [London] :
             [between 1678-1681]
          
           
             Verse: "Now the tyrant hath stolen ..."
             Signed: L.P. [i.e. Laurence Price].
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             Includes: Celia her sweet reply to her faithful friend.
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           Broadsides -- England -- London -- Early works to 1800.
           Love poetry, English -- England -- Early works to 1800.
           Ballads -- England -- 17th century.
        
      
    
     
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           Loves
           fierce
           desire
           ,
           and
           hopes
           of
           Recovery
           .
        
         
           Or
           ,
           A
           true
           and
           brief
           Description
           of
           two
           Resolved
           Lovers
           ;
           whose
           Excellent
           wits
           ,
           sutable
           minds
           ,
           and
           faithful
           hearts
           one
           to
           another
           ,
           shall
           heedfully
           be
           spoken
           of
           in
           this
           following
           new
           made
           paper
           of
           Verses
           .
        
         
           To
           a
           delightful
           new
           tune
           ,
           Or
           ,
           
             Fair
             Angel
          
           ofEngland
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             
               NOw
               the
               Tyrant
               hath
               stolen
            
             
               my
               dearest
               away
               ;
            
             
               And
               I
               am
               confined
            
             
               with
               Mopsa
               to
               stay
               :
            
             
               Yet
               let
               Celia
               remember
            
             
               how
               faithful
               I
               'le
               be
               ,
            
             
               Neither
               distance
               nor
               absence
            
             
               shall
               terrifie
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               In
               Volumns
               of
               sighs
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               send
               to
               my
               Dear
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               my
               own
               heart
            
             
               correspond
               to
               my
               fear
               :
            
             
               Till
               the
               Soul
               of
               my
               life
            
             
               may
               be
               pleased
               to
               see
               ,
            
             
               How
               delightful
               her
               safest
            
             
               return
               is
               to
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               It
               cheers
               my
               sad
               heart
            
             
               to
               remember
               her
               love
               ,
            
             
               Though
               malice
               hath
               caused
            
             
               this
               sudden
               remove
               :
            
             
               And
               my
               mind
               is
               resolved
            
             
               what
               ever
               ensue
               ,
            
             
               Whether
               Sunshine
               or
               thunder
               ,
            
             
               to
               be
               constant
               and
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               my
               Bark
               sail
               but
               safely
            
             
               through
               this
               rugged
               Sea
               ,
            
             
               Though
               with
               contrary
               Wind
               ,
            
             
               much
               tossed
               it
               be
               :
            
             
               In
               the
               Haven
               of
               rest
               ,
            
             
               and
               long
               lookt
               for
               content
               ,
            
             
               
               I
               'le
               chaunt
               forth
               melodious
            
             
               Songs
               of
               merriment
               .
            
          
           
             
               Till
               then
               I
               'le
               retreat
               to
            
             
               the
               Forrest
               and
               mourn
               ;
            
             
               Acteon
               shall
               eccho
            
             
               my
               Hound
               and
               my
               Horn.
            
             
               No
               Reynard
               shall
               escape
               me
            
             
               that
               runs
               on
               the
               way
               ,
            
             
               But
               patience
               perforce
            
             
               I
               will
               make
               him
               to
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               heart
               hath
               enquired
            
             
               of
               every
               Stone
               ,
            
             
               What
               convoy
               the
               Heavens
            
             
               hath
               bequeath'd
               to
               my
               moan
               :
            
             
               But
               for
               ought
               I
               can
               find
               ,
            
             
               holy
               Angels
               are
               agreed
               ,
            
             
               To
               rival
               my
               hopes
               ,
            
             
               and
               to
               slacken
               her
               speed
               .
            
          
           
             
          
           
             
          
           
             
               Therefore
               I
               'le
               sit
               down
               ,
               and
            
             
               bewail
               my
               sad
               Fate
               ,
            
             
               Like
               the
               Turtle
               I
               'le
               mourn
            
             
               for
               the
               loss
               of
               my
               mate
               :
            
             
               All
               the
               worlds
               greatest
               glories
            
             
               vexation
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               Till
               my
               Celia
               and
               I
               ,
            
             
               in
               our
               loves
               may
               be
               free
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Celia
             her
             sweet
             Reply
             to
             her
             faithful
             friend
             .
          
           
             
               Thy
               speeches
               dear
               friend
            
             
               I
               have
               well
               understood
               ,
            
             
               And
               how
               in
               exile
            
             
               thou
               hast
               wandred
               at
               the
               wood
            
             
               But
               I
               am
               resolved
            
             
               thy
               sorrows
               to
               free
               ,
            
             
               To
               make
               thee
               amends
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               soon
               come
               unto
               thee
               .
            
          
           
             
               'T
               is
               neither
               the
               Tyger
               ,
            
             
               the
               Wolf
               ,
               nor
               the
               Bear
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               Nylus
               Crocodile
            
             
               put
               me
               in
               fear
               :
            
             
               
               I
               'le
               swim
               through
               the
               Ocean
            
             
               upon
               my
               bare
               Breast
               ,
            
             
               To
               find
               out
               my
               Darling
               ,
            
             
               whom
               I
               do
               love
               best
               .
            
          
           
             
               And
               when
               I
               have
               found
               him
               ,
            
             
               with
               double
               delight
               ,
            
             
               
               I
               'le
               comfort
               him
               kindly
            
             
               by
               day
               and
               by
               night
               :
            
             
               And
               I
               'le
               be
               more
               faithful
            
             
               then
               the
               Turtle-Dove
               ,
            
             
               Which
               never
               at
               all
               did
            
             
               prove
               false
               to
               her
               Love.
               
            
          
           
             
               The
               fierce
               Basilisks
               that
            
             
               kills
               with
               the
               eye
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               not
               have
               the
               power
            
             
               once
               thee
               to
               come
               nigh
               :
            
             
               
               I
               'le
               clip
               thee
               and
               hug
               thee
            
             
               so
               close
               in
               my
               arms
               ,
            
             
               And
               I
               'le
               venture
               my
               life
            
             
               for
               to
               save
               thee
               from
               harms
               .
            
          
           
             
               My
               Lap
               for
               thy
               head
               love
               ,
            
             
               a
               Pillow
               shall
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               whilst
               thou
               dost
               sleep
               ,
            
             
               I
               'le
               be
               careful
               of
               thee
               :
            
             
               
               I
               'le
               wake
               ,
               and
               I
               'le
               watch
               ,
               and
            
             
               I
               'le
               kiss
               thee
               for
               joy
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               Venomous
               Creature
            
             
               shall
               my
               Love
               annoy
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Satyrs
               shall
               Pipe
               ,
            
             
               and
               the
               Syrens
               shall
               sing
               ,
            
             
               The
               wood-nimphs
               with
               musick
            
             
               shall
               make
               the
               Groves
               ring
               :
            
             
               The
               Horn
               it
               shall
               sound
               ,
            
             
               and
               the
               Hounds
               make
               a
               noise
               ,
            
             
               To
               recreate
               my
               Love
            
             
               with
               ten
               thousand
               rare
               joys
               .
            
          
           
             
               So
               now
               I
               am
               comming
            
             
               to
               hasten
               the
               deed
               ,
            
             
               Pray
               Heaven
               and
               Gods
               Angels
            
             
               to
               be
               my
               good
               speed
               :
            
             
               If
               fortune
               me
               favour
               ,
               and
            
             
               Seas
               quiet
               prove
               ,
            
             
               I
               soon
               will
               arrive
               at
            
             
               the
               Port
               which
               I
               love
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Now
             Celia
             is
             gone
             to
          
           
             find
             out
             her
             Dear
             ,
          
           
             His
             Heart
             that
             was
             sad
          
           
             to
             comfort
             and
             cheer
             :
          
           
             No
             doubt
             but
             each
             other
          
           
             they
             will
             lovingly
             greet
             ,
          
           
             When
             as
             they
             together
          
           
             do
             lovingly
             meet
             .
          
        
         
           
             L.
             P.
             
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
             Printed
             for
             F
             ,
             Coles
             ,
             T.
             Vere
             ,
             J.
             Wright
             ,
             J
             Clarke
             ,
             W.
             Thackeray
             ,
             and
             T.
             Passinger
             .
          
        
      
    
  

