The Lovers Joy and Grief, Or,
A Young-mans Relation, in a pittiful fashion.
Being from his Love hindred, by Locks, Bolts, and Kindred.
To the Tune of Young men and Maids.
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AMongst the nine, of Nymphs divine
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that haunt the forked mountain:
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If any will, bring me a quill
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dipt in Castalias fountain.
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Ile shew in brief, my joy and grief
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and her due praises render:
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To whom I would, come if I coould
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but locks and bolts do hinder.
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My joy, in that I had the fate
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to chuse so rare a jewel,
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My greif in this, that she my bliss
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is kept by kindred cruel
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Out of my sight, which day and night
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doth pierce my heart so tender,
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Tis she to whom, I fain would come
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but locks and bolts, etc.
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She is a Lasse that doth surpass
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her neighbours round about her:
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Her worth is such, it grieves me much
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to live so long without her:
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With strong desire, in Cupids fire
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my heart burns to a cinder.
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I would posses my happinesse
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but locks, etc.
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As Thisbe fair by Parents care
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from Pyramus was hidden,
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So she to come abroad from home
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is earnestly forbidden:
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She dare not stir, nor I to her
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so closely they have pind her
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She would come out, I make no doubt
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but locks, etc.
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As Danae was, ith Tower of brasse
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inclosed by her father
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So thee (my sweet) lest we should meet
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art kept more closely rather
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Yet as great Jove got to his love
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though walls did comprehend her,
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So I did hope to have freescope
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but locks, etc.
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Ith interim I, most patiently
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expect that happy season,
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I dare not think, that she will shrink
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for in truth I have no reason:
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I find that she is true to me
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in that I must commend her:
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She would not be, so long from me
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but locks, etc.
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It grieves my heart, to think what smart
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(poor creature) she endureth,
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What means her kindred use to win
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her heart which she assureth
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Is fixed fast, while life doth last
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no policy can bind her,
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To any course, love hath such force
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but locks and bolts do hinder.
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SHe hath tis true, to speak whats due
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too great a Marriage portion:
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This may I vow, for Cupid now
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is bent into extortion:
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I would therefore, her friends were poor,
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or else in heart more tender;
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For poor or rich, weed go through stitch
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but locks and bolts do hinder.
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Although my self want worldly pelf
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unto their expectation,
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Yet if I may the truth display,
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without any ostentation;
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My birth & parts, and due deserts,
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are not so weak and slender;
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But that I might, earn any delight
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though locks, etc.
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Were I a Prince of eminence
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and she a Peasants daughter,
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Had she more, of Learnings store
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then what wise nature taught her;
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Her peerlesse face and inward grace
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shews in my heart such splendor
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She mine should be, the like sayes she
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but locks, etc.
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Tis not her pelf, but her sweet self,
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that I in heart do covet:
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Necessity, let wealth supply
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for nothing else I love it:
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Her only love, is that doth move
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my heart and make it tender:
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I mourn in grief, without relief
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but locks, etc.
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No ease of mind, at all I find
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but only this assurance:
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That my dear wench will never flinch
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though she be kept in durance;
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She hath her share of woe and care,
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for which I must commend her,
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On me she hath bestowed her faith,
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though locks, etc.
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Continue still in thy good will,
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thou Paragon of beauty.
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And I to thee as true will be
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so am I bound in duty:
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Though fortune frown, yet the renown
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of our affections tender,
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Abroad is flown, we two are one
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though locks, etc.
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With patience weel expect to feel
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the fruit of all this sorrow:
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Though sorrow may, endure this day
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I shall have joy tomorrow:
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In the mean while, I in exile
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will be thy true defender
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And spread thy name, which is my claim
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though locks, etc.
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Oh cruel fate, expire the date
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of two dear Lovers trouble,
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If once our grief, do find relief
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our joyes will then be double:
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And all our tears our cares and fears
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will to our names and splendor,
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Thy heart is mine, and mine is thine
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though locks and bolts do hinder.
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