Love in a maze; or, The young-man put to his dumps Here in this song you may behold and see a gallant girl obtain'd by wit and honesty; all you that hear my song, and mark it but aright, will say true love's vvorth gold, and breeds delight. To a pleasant new tune, called, the true lovers delight; or, the Cambridge horn.
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Love in a MAZE OR The Young-Man put to his dumps. Here in this Song you may behold and see a gallant Girl obtain'd by Wit and Honesty; all you that hear my song, and mark it but arights, will say true love's vvorth gold, and breeds delight. To a pleasant New Tune, called, the true lovers delight; or, the Cambridge horn
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LAte in the morning as I abroad was walking,
All in a Meadow green, I heard two Lovers talking
With kisses sweet the young-man her Saluted,
Then I drew near to hear what they disputed:
Then I drew near to hear what they disputed.
Young-man.
Fair Maid, quoth he, this merry morning,
Present one smile to me, and be no longer [...]ro [...]ni [...]g,
Him who hath vow'd to be thine own [...]or [...]ve [...],
O say but to me, Our Loves shall never s [...]
O say but to me, &c.
Maid
Indeed Sir, quoth she, it is a misty morning,
But I would have you to know I always h [...]d [...]orn [...]ng,
And as for love, as yet I mean to smother,
I know not one as yet I love better than another
I know not one, &c.
Young-man.
True love, sweet-heart, qd. he, if e're you chance to know it,
It cannot smothered be, but at last you'll show it;
The first time I beheld thy sweet and comely carriage,
I ever since desired that we were joyn'd in marriage:
I ever since desired, &c.
Maid.
Love Sir, quoth she, is like a Fishers Angle,
Which oft hath golden baits silly Maidens so intangle,
Are cunningly cast out by young mens lasse inventions,
Then marriage they'll pretend where 'tis not their intentions,
then marriage they'll pretend, &c.
Young-man.
O 'tis so, my Dear, true love is like a fountain
That casts out water clear out of a Rocky Mountain,
Whose stream for to stop you'll say it is a wonder,
Likewise 'tis as strange to cleave the Rocks in sunder:
Likewise 'tis as strange to cleave the Rocks in sunder.
Such is my [...] to thee, and shall he [...]
No unconstant thoughts or fickle mind can [...]
My [...]eart from the [...], which [...] be [...]inging
Fountains clear & fresh, that [...] is springing,
Fountains clear and fresh &c.
Maid.
Your comparison, said she, [...],
To stay the stream of Love it meer [...]
But your heart you compare indeed [...]
For stony [...]t they [...], and [...]
[...] stony oft [...]&c.
As from some fountain [...] ar [...] running,
So many f [...]igned lov [...]s [...] ru [...]ning,
'Tis hard to pierce yo [...] [...] hea [...]t asunder,
And stop your fickle st [...]eamer, it is a w [...]n [...]er;
And stop your, &c.
Young-man.
Fie, fie, Sweet-heart, your wi [...]deth over-ma [...]ch me,
No words I can impart but presently you catch me:
You Maidens now each day do grow so [...] and witty,
Let young-men beg & pra [...] [...]ou'll take of them [...] try.
Let young-men beg, &c.
Maid
Fie, away for shame [...] you young-men can dissemble,
Your wits are ripe, your tongues are qu [...]ck and nimble,
Indeed you'll beg & pray sometimes to [...] your pleasure,
Then leave us in the lurch, & we may repent at [...]:
then leave us in the lurch, &c.
Young-man.
Confest it is, there's many are so minded,
Bue if thou wouldst prove my Constancy thou'lt find it,
Do thou but command, through danger I will enter,
And for to gain thy love, through an army I would venter [...]