(1683). The mournful shepherd: or Torment of loving, and not beiug [sic] lov'd again.: A song made by a gentleman who dyed for his cruel mistris. No torment can be found no greater pain then truly loving and not lov'd again; for thats a strange disease which racks, the mind, still routs the judgment, and does reason blind: raises a Civil War, distrasts the soul, whilst fancy like a raging sea does roul: the lovers dreams of nothing but strang charms. And often thinks his mistris in his arms; but waking finds he did embrace a shade; which all his hopes with it he had conveyd, to a pleasant new tune, called Could man his wish obtain, &c. Play'd and sung at the King's Play-House. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the sign of the Golden-Ball, in Pye-Corner..
Chicago Style (17th ed.) CitationThe Mournful Shepherd: Or Torment of Loving, and Not Beiug [sic] Lov'd Again.: A Song Made by a Gentleman Who Dyed for His Cruel Mistris. No Torment Can Be Found No Greater Pain Then Truly Loving and Not Lov'd Again; for Thats a Strange Disease Which Racks, the Mind, Still Routs the Judgment, and Does Reason Blind: Raises a Civil War, Distrasts the Soul, Whilst Fancy like a Raging Sea Does Roul: The Lovers Dreams of Nothing but Strang Charms. And Often Thinks His Mistris in His Arms; but Waking Finds He Did Embrace a Shade; Which All His Hopes with It He Had Conveyd, to a Pleasant New Tune, Called Could Man His Wish Obtain, &c. Play'd and Sung at the King's Play-House. [London]: Printed for P. Brooksby, at the sign of the Golden-Ball, in Pye-Corner., 1683.
MLA (9th ed.) CitationThe Mournful Shepherd: Or Torment of Loving, and Not Beiug [sic] Lov'd Again.: A Song Made by a Gentleman Who Dyed for His Cruel Mistris. No Torment Can Be Found No Greater Pain Then Truly Loving and Not Lov'd Again; for Thats a Strange Disease Which Racks, the Mind, Still Routs the Judgment, and Does Reason Blind: Raises a Civil War, Distrasts the Soul, Whilst Fancy like a Raging Sea Does Roul: The Lovers Dreams of Nothing but Strang Charms. And Often Thinks His Mistris in His Arms; but Waking Finds He Did Embrace a Shade; Which All His Hopes with It He Had Conveyd, to a Pleasant New Tune, Called Could Man His Wish Obtain, &c. Play'd and Sung at the King's Play-House. Printed for P. Brooksby, at the sign of the Golden-Ball, in Pye-Corner., 1683.