Love in A Maze.
OR,
The Young-Man put to his Dumps: Being a Gallant Discourse on
May-day last, between Two Witty lovers.
Here in this Song you may behold and see,
A Gallant Girl 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 delight.
To a pleasant new Tune, called, The True Lovers delight, or, The Cambridge Horn.
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LAte in the Country as I abroad was walking,
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all in a Meadow green I heard two Lovers talking,
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With kisses sweet the young man her saluted,
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then I drew near to hear what they disputed.
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then I drew neer to hear what they disputed.
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Young-man.
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Fair 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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Him 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 say but, etc.
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Maid.
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Indeed 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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And as for love, I mean as yet to smother,
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I know not one as yet I love better than another
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I know not, etc.
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Young-man.
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True love sweet heart (qouth he) if ere you chance to know it
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it cannot smothered be, but at last youl shew it:
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The 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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Love Sir (quoth she) is like a fishers angle,
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which oft hath golden baits silly maidens to intangle,
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And cunningly cast out b[y] young mens false inventions
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then marriage theyl pretend when tis not their intentions,
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Then Marriage etc.
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Man.
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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 youl 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 always shall be bringing,
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fountains clear & fresh which from true love is springing.
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Fountains clear, etc.
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Maid.
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Your comparison (saith 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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For 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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Fie, fie, 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 & pray, youl take of them no pitty
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let young men, etc.
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Maid.
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Fie 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 youl beg & crouch sometime to get your plesure
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then leave us in the lurch, & we may repent at leasure.
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then leave, etc.
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Young-man.
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I must confess dear love, theres 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 venture,
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and for, etc.
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The second part, to the same tune.
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SWeetheart id have you know I never could dissemble
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& my complements are slow, my tongue 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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neer 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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& 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, & 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 & nev[e]r 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 and shall not be denyed:
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your Riddle, 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 contenting,
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Which if I may, ile stay your time & leisure,
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no time i[]l think too long so at last I gain the treasure.
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no time, 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 interchangeing [k]isses,
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O tis pitty time beguild such Lovers of their blisses:
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O tis pitty, 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 pe[r]swading
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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, says he, which in this Breast lies panting.
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no happiness ere see, but let joys be ever wanting,
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If ere I think an evil thought of thee,
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then let mirth be banisht quite, & sorrows wait upon me
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Then let mirth, etc.
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If it be so, quoth she, thou bears such true affection,
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hereafter ile 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 shall 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 won 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 denied,
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This being the first of May our hearts being joynd & 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 with this Girl he then obtaind,
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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 City,
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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 Pleasure.
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For if, etc.
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You young-men ile perswade likewise to hear my Motion
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if you affect a Maid regard not then her portion,
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Hang ten pounds, give me the Lass that loves me,
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if a constant Wife thoust found, 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 N[ig]htingale one tuns hes 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 carriage
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this song is sent to you to be wary in your marriage,
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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 repenting.
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When you, etc.
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