%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Joy and sorrow mixt together: / Or, a pleasant new Ditty, wherein you may find / Conceits that are pretty to pleasure your mind. Crimsal, Richard University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1634-1634 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/21/2011 30107

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S108779 2 Such a Rouge would be hang'd UNKNOWN Such a Rouge Would Be Hanged the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune Hang sorrow, let's cast away care, / for now I do meane to be merry; YOu young men I'm married too soon, / my Wife she is not what she seem'd, Here's a health to my Bride that shall be, / come pledge it you boon merry blades: / The day I much long for to see, / we will be as merry as the Maides. [with variation] I'm wedded to sorrow and pain, / now farewell all my merry blades; / Would I were unmarried again, / I would be as merry as the Maides. Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 170 1: 171 Joy and sorrow mixt together: / Or, a pleasant new Ditty, wherein you may find / Conceits that are pretty to pleasure your mind. Joy and sorrow mixt together: Or, a pleasant new Ditty, wherein you may find Conceits that are pretty to pleasure your mind. Joy and sorrow mixed together: Or, a pleasant new Ditty, wherein you may find Conceits that are pretty to pleasure your mind. Crimsal, Richard 1634-1634 Iohn Wright the younger

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HAng sorrow, lets cast away care, for now I do meane to be merry; Weel drink some good Ale and strong Beere, with Sugar, and Clarret, and Sherry. Now Ile have a Wife of mine own, I shall have no need for to borrow: I would have it for to be known, that I shall be married to morrow. Heres a health to my Bride that shall be, come pledge it you boon merry blades: The day I much long for to see, we will be as merry as the Maides. I long have sought out for a Wife, before that I any could see: But now for to end all the strife, I have found one that pleaseth me. She is a brave gallant indeed, besides she is loving and kind: Good luck had I so well to speed, she is according to my mind. Heres a health to my Bride that shall be, come pledge it you boon merry blades: To morrows the day you shall see, we will be as merry, etc. Dame Nature hath shewed her Art in framing my Love so compleat, Shees handsomely made in each part, her like is not in my conceit: Her haire it doth glitter like gold, her eyes like to Stars do appeare: Shees beautious for to behold, yet she is my joy and my deere. Heres a health to my Bride that shall be, come pledge it, etc. Theres many a one will admire, how I should obtain such a Lasse: But now shes mine, gold shall not buy her, for ever I will her imbrace:
Besides shes a friend that will give ten pound to me when I am married, This will maintain us while we live, and if things be orderly carried. Heres a health, etc. This man is a friend to my Lasse, I doubt not but so heel remain: He tels me what ere come to passe, my labour shall not be in vain, If he his own promise do keep, tis likely with me to go well: This makes me both waking and sleep to think of my bonny sweet Nell. Heres a health, etc. Now is the sad night overpast, and day chearefully doth appeare, To Church with my Nell Ile make hast, to voyd all suspicion and feare: All you that will now go along, I pray you not to use delay; Delay oftentimes causeth wrong, Im joyfull of this happy day. Now heres a health to my Bride, come pledge it you boon merry blades, And to all married couples beside, weell now be as merry as the Maides. Now wedding and all being done and finished as he did desire, The Company homewards were gone, the Bride a bed, and he lay by her: Some speeches there past them between, which made him his bargaine repent, The next morning as it doth seem, the Bridegroom began to relent, Hel now drink no more to his Bride, nor yet to no boon merry blades; Now he layes his joyes all aside, he is not so merry as the Maides.
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YOu young men Im marryed too soon, my Wife she is not what she seemd, Alas I am now quite undone, now sorrow comes which I never deemd: In Wiveing I have made too much hast, I would the fast knot were untide, If my wedding day were not past, I would not be tide to my Bride. Im wedded to sorrow and pain, now farewell all my merry blades; Would I were unmarried again, I would be as merry as the Maides. My Wifes not what I thought she was, the more is my grief and my care; She proves to me but a crackt glasse, alas I am catcht in a snare: She was promisd me to be sound, but now I find tis nothing so, Would I were rid of her ten pound, so that I were rid of her too. Im wedded to sorrow, etc. The man that did give me the money, I doubt that he had the best share, It seems he did love my sweet honey, and still doth so I greatly feare: But now here is the worst of all, my Wife she proves to be with Barn, The Child it will me Father call, although me it nothing concern. Im wedded, etc. My Wife was with Child long before that I married her, I do find, Tis folly to say any more, and yet it doth trouble my mind: If I ask her in loving sort, to whom she her Maiden-head did give,
With words she doth cut me off short, saying, I shall never know while I live. Im wedded, etc. What Man living can brook this wrong, to Father another Mans Child? Yet I were as good hold my tongue, now I find that I am beguild: With patience I must be content, tis many mens Fortune like mine, Now I have no way to prevent, this I might have foreseen in time. Im wedded to sorrow, etc. Before I was wed I nere thought of any such matter at all, I thought a great price I had caught, but now my reward is but small: Tis true indeed I have ten pound, and a dainty curious fine Wife; But had I known what I have found, I would have lived a single life. I[]m wedded, etc. Let young men take warning by me, for Maidens are dangerous ware, I have got a Wife and some money, and yet I have bought her too deare: For cunningly I am buguild, unto all my Neighbors tis known, Now I must Father a Child, although it be none of mine own. Im wedded to sorrow and pain, now farewell all my merry blades, Would I were unmarried againe, I would be as merry as the Maids.
Finis. Richard Climsall. London, Printed for John Wright the youn- ger dwelling in the Old Bayley.