%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> 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. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1682-1703 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 05/12/2008 21695

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4.28-29 R216178 1 The true Lovers delight; Or, The Cambridge Horn The True Lovers Delight; Or, The Cambridge Horn LAte in the morning as I abroad was walking, / All in a Meadow green, I heard two Lovers talking; [repeats final line of stanza] uneven inking, title and tune; imprint unclear: Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn, at the Stationers-Arms in Green Arbo[r] Court, in the Little Old-Bail[y]. Pepys 4.28-9 Wing ?L3208A; Rollins (2) 1555 (July 1, 1678, iii, 67, F.C., T.V., J.W., J.C.). Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 28 4: 29 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. 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. Love in a Maze: OR the Young Man Put to his Dumps. Here in this Song You May Behold and See a Gallant Girl Obtained 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. single sheet oblong folio, pasted across two pages, 280 x ?350 cropped right and top edges, creased, uneven inking Printer Alex Milbourn 1682-1703 Printed by and for Alex. Milbourn, at the Stationers-Arms in Green Arbour-Court, in the Little Old-Baily. Alex Milbourn PBA

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 5/12/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Love Pleasant and Unfortunate holidays/seasons love marriage 05/12/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created, ESTC # in bl.uk 7/30/2007 Checker Jessica C. Murphy ESTC ID R216178 not in records they gave us 2006 Bibliographer Jessica C. Murphy Bibliographic SQL Database Record Updated/Completed 8/29/2006 Transcriber Kris McAbee original transcription, filled in words are from EEBO alternate wing L3208B 8/25/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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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 scorning; Him who hath vow'd to be thine own for ever, O say but to me, Our Loves shall never sever: O say but to me, etc. Maid Indeed Sir, quoth she, it is a misty morning, But I would have you to know I always hated scorning, 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, etc. Young-man. True love, sweet-heart, quod 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, etc. Maid. [L]ove Sir, quoth she, is like a Fishers Angle, Which oft hath golden hairs silly Maidens to intangle, [And] cunningly cast out by young mens false inventions, Then marriage they'll pretend where 'tis not their intentions, Then marriage they'll pretend, etc. 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 love to thee, and shall be ever, No unconstant thoughts or fickle mind can sever My heart from thee, which always shall be bringing Foutnatins clear & fresh, that from true love is springing, Fountains clear and fresh, etc. Maid. Your comparison, said she, I must confess is witty, To stay the stream of Love it were a pitty; But your heart you compare indeed to rocky mountains, For stony oft they are, and cast out several fountains. For stony oft they are, etc. As from some fountain several Streams are running, So many feigned loves you oft have by your cunning; 'Tis hard to pierce your flinty heart asunder, And stop you fickle streams, it is a wonder: And stop your, etc. Young-man. Fie, fie, Sweet-heart, your wit doth over-match me, No words I can impart but presently you catch me: You Maidens now each day do grow so coy and witty, Let young-men beg & pray you'll take of them no pitty. Let young men beg, etc. Maid. Fie, away for shame, you young-men can dissemble, Your wits are ripe, your tongues are quick and nimble, Indeed you'll beg & pray sometimes to get your pleasure, Then leave us in the lurch, & we may repent at leisure: then leave us in the lurch, etc. 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 they love, through an army I would venter: And for to gain they love, etc.
SWeet-heart i'd have you know I never could dissemble, And my complements are slow, my tongue was never nimble; 'Tis none but loyal love makes me come unto thee, It is not for thy wealth but vertue that I love thee. it is not for thy wealth but vertue that I love thee. With that a Bush of May this lovely Maid espyed, Near to a bank of Time, whereto she quickly hyed, Down she pluckt the May that was so green and tender, And up she pluckt the time with her pritty Arms so slender: and up she pluckt, etc. She stuck the bush of May in Time, and did present it Unto this Young-man, which was soon discontented; Here, Sir, quoth she, if that you will be eased, Read but the Riddle, Sir, perhaps you may be pleased. Read but, etc. Young man. He took it from her hand and receiv'd it as a token, Then in a dump did stand, & never a word was spoken; Blushing, then at last he modestly replyed, Your Riddle I can read, Love, and shall not be denied, Your Riddle, etc. This May stuck in Time, which is to me presenting, Shews that I may in time gain your love & not contenting Which if I may, I'll stay your time and leisure, No time I'll think too long, so at last I gain the treasure, no time, etc. He took her by the hand and lovingly they walked, But tied in Cupids hands most amorously they talked, Then on each other smil'd with interchanging kisses, O 'tis pitty time beguiled such Lovers of their blisses. O 'tis pitty, etc. Perhaps, sweet Sir, you by this Riddle reading, May think you gained me by little or no perswading, Which if you did, it is yet at my pleasure, I am not bound to you yet, but you must stay my leisure. I am not, etc. Then let this heart within this breast lies panting, No happiness e're see, but let joys be ever wanting; If e're I think an Evil thought upon thee, Let mirth be banisht quite, and sorrow wait upon me. let mirth, etc.
If it be so, quoth she, thou bearest such true affection, Hereafter I'll agree to be rul'd by thy direction; No friend shall sever or break our loves asunder, For loyal loving hearts will be the worlds wonder. for loyal, etc. The Time that late was mine to thee shall be presented, All that I have is thine, then rest thy self contented; Thy Gallant wit, thy Modesty and Carriage, Hath won my heart, we will be joined in marriage. hath won, etc. Young-man. He took her at her word, and modestly replied, Short time I will afford, long time shall be denied; This being the first of May, our hearts being [joyn'd] and wedded Before the fifth day in wedlock we'll be bedded. before, etc. Nine hundred pound with this maiden he obtained, On marriage day was paid, which by his wit he gained; Altho' no means he had, she never a whit repented, He was a gallant Lad, and she was well contented. he was, etc. Now all you prity Maids that live in Town or City, The Author you perswades to learn from this his ditty, If a young man you love, look not then for his treasure, For if he honest prove in him is wealth and pleasure: for if, etc. You Young-men I'll perswade to hear my motion, For if you affect a maid, regard not then her portion: Hang ten pounds, give me the Lass that loves me, If a good wife thou'st found, no Joy on Earth's above thee. if a good, etc. Young-men and maids that lately went a Maying, Mark the Nightingale, one tune he's always playing, Jug, jug, jug, sweet, is all the note she singeth, As when loyal Lovers meet, no double tongues they bringeth as when, etc. All you pritty Maids that are civil in your carriage, This Song is sent to you to be wary in your marriage: Try before you trust, be careful in consenting, That when the knot is tied, there may be no repenting, that when the knot is tied, there may be no repenting.
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Printed by and for Alex Milbourn, at the Stationers-Arms in Green Arbor-Court, in the Little Old-Baily.