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 worth gold, and breeds delight.
To a pleasant New Tune, celled, The true Lovers delight; Or, The Cambridge Horn.
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LAte in the Morning 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 near to hear what they disputed.
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Young-man.
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Fair Maid, quoth he, this merry morning,
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Present one smile to me, and be no longer scorning;
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Him who hath vow'd to be thine own forever,
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O say but to me, Our Loves shall never sever:
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O say but to me, 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, as yet I mean 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, quod he, if e're you chance to know it
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It cannot smothered be, but at last you'l show it;
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The first time I beheld thy sweet and comely carriage,
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I ever since desired that we were joyn'd in marriage:
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I ever since, 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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Are cunningly cast out by young mens false inventions
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Then marriage they'll pretend where 'tis not their in-tentions.
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then marriage, etc.
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Young man.
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O 'tis so, my Dear, true love is like a Fountain
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That casts out water clear out of a Rocky Mountain,
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Whose stream for to stop you'll 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 can sever
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My heart from thee, which always shall be bringing
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Fountains clear & fresh, that from true love is springing:
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Fountains clear, etc.
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maid.
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Your comparison, said 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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Fo[r] 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 to pierce your flinty heart 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 I 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, you'll 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 ripe, your tongues are quick and nimble;
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Indeed you'll beg & pray sometime to get your pleasure,
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Then leave us in the lurch, & we may repent at leisure.
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Then leave, etc.
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Young-man.
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Confest it is, there's many are so minded,
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But if thou would'st prove my constancy, thou'lt find it,
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Do thou but command, through danger I will enter,
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And for to gain thy love, through an army I wou'd venter
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And for, etc.
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SWeet-heart i'd have you know I never cou'd dissemble
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And my complements are slow, my tongue was never nimble;
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'Tis none but loyal love that makes me come unto thee
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It is not for thy wealth but vertue 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 hyed,
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Down she pluckt the May that was so green and tender
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& up she pluckt the Time with her pretty arms so slender
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and up she pluckt, etc.
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She stuck the bush of May in 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 will 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 receiv'd 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, and shall not be denied.
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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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Shews that I may in time gain your love & contenting
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Which if I may, I'll stay your time and leisure,
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No time I'll 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 ty'd in Cupids bands, most amorously they talked
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They on each other smil'd, with interchanging kisses,
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O 'tis pitty time beguil'd such lovers of their blisses.
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O 'tis pitty, etc.
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Perhaps, sweet Sir, 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, it is 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 which is this breast lies panting,
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No happiness e're see, but let joys be ever wanting;
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If e're I think an evil thought upon thee,
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Let mirth be banisht quite, and sorrow wait upon me.
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let mirth, etc.
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If it be so, quoth she, thou bearest such true affection
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Hereafeer I'll agree to be rul'd by thy direction;
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No friend shall sever or break our loves asunder,
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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 present[ed,]
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All that I have is thine, then rest thyself contented;
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Thy gallant wit, thy modesty and carriage,
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Hath won my heart, we will be joyn'd 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 joyn'd an[d] wedd[ed]
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Before the fifth day in wedlock we'll be bedded.
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before, etc.
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Five hundred pound with this maiden he obtained,
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In marriage day was pay'd, which by his wit he gaine[d;]
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Altho' no means he had, she never a whit 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 pritty 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 I'll perswade to hear my motion,
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For if you affect a Maid, regard not then her portio[n;]
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Hang ten pounds, give me the Lass that loves me,
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If a good wife thou'st found, no joy on earth's above t[hee.]
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if a good, etc.
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Young-men and maids that lately went a Maying,
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Mark the Nightingale, one tune he's always playi[ng,]
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Jug, jug, jug, sweet, is all the note she singeth,
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as when loyal lovers meet, no double tongues they bring[eth.]
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as when, etc.
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All you pritty Maids that are civil in your carriag[e,]
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This Song is sent to you to be wary in your marria[ge;]
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Try before you trust, be careful in consenting,
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That when the knot is ty'd, there may be no repe[nting.]
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that when the knot is ty'd, there may be no re[penting.]
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