Love in a Maze:
OR,
The Young Man put to his Dumps, [b]eing a gallant Discourse
on May-Day last between two witty Lovers.
Here in this Song you may behold and see,
A Gallant Girle obtained by Wit and Honesty.
All you that hear this Song, and mark it but aright,
May say true Loves worth gold, and breeds much more deligh[t.]
To a pleasant new Tune, called, The True Lovers delight, or The Cambridge Horn.
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[L]Ate in the Country, as I abroad was walking
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all in a Medow green I heard two Lovers talking,
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[W]ith kisses sweet the young man her saluted,
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[Then] I drew near to hear what they disputed:
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[T]hen I drew near to hear what they disputed.
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Young Man.
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[F]air Maid (quoth he) this merry May morning,
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present one smile to me, and be no longer scorning
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[Hi]m who hath vowd to be thine own for ever,
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O say but so to me, our loves shall never sever:
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[O s]ay but, etc.
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Maid
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[In]deed Sir (quoth she) it is a misty morning,
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but I would have you know I always hated scorning
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[A]nd as for love, I mean as yet to smother,
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I know not one as y[et], I love better than another.
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[I k]now not, etc.
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Young Man.
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[T]rue love sweet heart (quoth he) if ere you chance to know it
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[i]t cannot smothered be, but at last youll shew it:
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[T]he first time that I saw thy sweet and comely carriage
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I ever since desired that we were joynd in marriage.
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I ever, etc.
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Maid.
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[L]ove Sir (quoth she) is like a fishers angle,
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which oft hath golden baites, silly maidens to intangle,
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[A]nd cunningly cast out by young mens false inventions
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then marriage theyll pretend when tis not their inten-[tions]
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Then marriag[e], etc.
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M[a]n.
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[O] tis so my dear, true Love is like a Fountain
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which casts out water clear out of a Rocky Mountain;
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Whose stream for to stop youll say it is a wonder,
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likewise tis as strange to cleave the Rocks in sunder.
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Likewise, etc.
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Such is my love to thee and shall be ever,
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no unconstant thoughts, or fickle mind shall sever:
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My heart from thee which alwayes shall be bringing
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Fountains clear and fresh which from true love is spring-ing.
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Fountains clear, etc.
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Maid.
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Your comparison (saite she) I must confess is witty,
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to stop the stream of true Love it were a pitty:
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But your heart you compare indeed to rocky Mountains
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for stony oft they are, and cast out several Fountains.
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Far stony, etc
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As from some Fountain several streams are running,
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so many feigned Loves you oft have by your cunning,
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Tis hard indeed to pierce your flinty hearts asunder,
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and stop your fickle streams it is a wonder.
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And stop, etc.
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Young Man.
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Fy, fy sweet heart, your wit doth over-match me:
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no words can impart but presently you catch me:
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You Maidens now each day, do grow so coy and witty
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let young men beg and pray, youll take of them no pitty.
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Let young men, etc.
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Maid.
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Fy away for shame, you young men can dissemble,
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your wits are so ripe & your tongues are quick & nimble,
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Indeed you[]l beg & crouch sometime to get your pleasure,
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then leave us in the lurch, & we may repent at leasu[r]e.
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Then leave, etc.
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Young Man.
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I must confess dear love, t[h]ere many are so minded,
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but if thou once wouldst prove my constancy thout find it
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Do but thou once command through danger I will enter,
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and for to gain thy love through an Army would I ven-ture.
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And for, etc.
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The second Part to the same Tune.
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Sweet heart Id have you know I never could dissemble
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& my complements are slow my tong was never nimble
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Tis none but faithful love that makes me come unto thee,
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it is not for thy wealth but for thy virtue that I love thee:
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It is not, etc.
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With that a bush of May this lovely Maid espyed,
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near to a bank of Time whereto she quickly hied,
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Down she plucks the May which was both green & tender
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and up she pluckt the Time with her pretty arm so slender
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And up, etc.
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She stuck the bush of May in the Time and did present it,
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unto this young man which was soon discontented,
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Here Sir, quoth she, if that you would be eased,
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read but this Riddle, Sir, perhaps you may be pleased.
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Read but, etc.
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Young Man.
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He took it from her hand and receivd it as a token
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then in a dump did stand & never a word was spoken,
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Blushing then at last he modestly replyed,
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your Riddle I can read, Love shall not be denyed.
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Your R[i]ddle, etc
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This May stuck in Time which is to me presenting,
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shew that I may in time gain your love with sweet con-tenting
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Which if I may Ill stay your time and leisure
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& no time I[]ll think too long so at last I gain that treasure.
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And no etc.
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He took her by the hand and lovingly they walked,
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being tied in Cupids bands most amorously they talked,
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They on each other smild with interchanging kisses,
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O tis pity time beguild such lovers of their blisses,
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O ti[s, etc.]
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Perhaps sweet Sir, said she, you by this Riddle reading
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may think you gained me by little or no perswading,
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Which if you did tis yet at my pleasure,
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I am not bound to you yet, but you must stay my leisure
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I am not, etc.
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Then let this heart, sayes he, which in this breast lies panting
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no happiness ere see, but let joyes be ever wanting,
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If ere I think an evil thought on thee
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then let mirth be vanisht quite, & so[rro]ws wait upon me
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Then let, etc
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If it be so, quoth she, then bears such true affectio[n]
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hereafter Ill agree to be ruled by thy direction:
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No friend shall sever or break our loves in sunder,
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for loyal loving hearts will be the worlds wonder.
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For loyal, etc
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The time that late was mine to thee shal be represented
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all that I have is thine, then rest thy self contented,
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Thy gallant wit, thy modesty, and carriage,
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hath wone my heart, we will be joynd in marriage,
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Hath won, etc.
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Young Man.
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He took her at her word and modestly replyed,
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short time I will afford, long time shall be denyed,
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This being the first of May our hearts being joynd and wedded
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before the fifth day in wedlock wel be bedded,
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Before, etc.
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Five hundred pounds tis said w[i]th this girle he then ob-taind
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on the marriage day was paid which by his wit he gaind,
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Although no means he had she never a jot repented,
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he was a gallant lad, and she was well contented.
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He was, etc.
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Now all you pretty Maids that live in Town or [Ci]ty,
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the Author you perswades to learn from this his ditty
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If a young man you love, look not then for his treasure
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for if he honest prove, in him is wealth and pleasu[r]e.
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For if, etc.
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You young men I[]ll perswade likewise to hear my moti-on
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if you affect a Maid regard not then her portion,
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Hang ten pounds, giv[e me the] lass that loves me,
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[i]f a constant wife thou[]st [fo]und, no joys on earth above thee
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If a, etc
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Young men and maids that lately went a Maying
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if you mark the Nightingal one time he[]s always playing
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Jug, jug, jug, jug, sweet is all the note she singeth
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as when faithful lovers meet no double tongues they bringeth
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As when, etc.
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All you pretty maids adieu that are civil in your cariage
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this song is sent to you to be wary in your mariage,
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Try before you trust, be careful in consenting,
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when you are bound obey you must, for there is no re-penting.
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When you, etc.
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