%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Young-mans VVish, / OR, / Behold his mind fulfil'd, whom Love had almost kil'd, / VVith joy reviv'd againe, as heere appeareth plaine: / The like to this, ('twixt Man and Wife) / I never heard yet, in all my Life. Price, Lawrence 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 04/22/2011 30297

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R215898 2 I am in Love, and cannot tell with whom UNKNOWN I Am In Love, and Cannot Tell With Whom the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune VVHat strange affections have my thoughts possest, / that nothing will nor can my mind content? O That some Oratour would be so kinde, / to plead my cause, and certifie my love; I am in love, but know not how to speake. [with variation] For oh alas, I love, but cannot speake. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 440 1: 441 The Young-mans VVish, / OR, / Behold his mind fulfil'd, whom Love had almost kil'd, / VVith joy reviv'd againe, as heere appeareth plaine: / The like to this, ('twixt Man and Wife) / I never heard yet, in all my Life. The Young-mans Wish, OR, Behold his mind fulfil’d, whom Love had almost kil’d, With joy reviv’d againe, as heere appeareth plaine: The like to this, (‘twixt Man and Wife) I never heard yet, in all my Life. The Young man's Wish, OR, Behold his mind fulfilled, whom Love had almost killed, With joy revived again, as here appears plain: The like to this, (between Man and Wife) I never heard yet, in all my Life. Price, Lawrence 1634-1634 Iohn Wright, the younger

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WHat strange affections have my thoughts possest, that nothing will nor can my mind content? Or why should love my inward parts molest, or time away in patience thus be spent? The cause Ile shew, but oh my heart will breake; I am in love, but know not how to speake. My Humors and my Fancies all are crost, my minde so much disturbd I cannot sleepe; By day my wits like tennis Balls are tost, and every hower in dolefull dumps most deepe: I am cast downe, all pleasure I forsake, The reason is, I love and cannot speake. Sometimes my Muse ascendeth up on high, and climes Parnassus hils for learnings lore; As soone againe it in the deepe doth lie, now high, then low; now rich, and straightway poore: Now laugh & smile, yet straight my heart will breake; For still I love and know not how to speake. I wander up and downe, and yet stand still; I walke abroad, and yet lie sick in bed: I live at libertie, and yet my will is into desolation captive led: My health I have, yet life doth me forsake, Though still I love, I know not how to speake.
I feede, I feast, I fare on dainty dyet; I drinke the freshest wine, yet still am dry: I take my rest, and yet can have no quiet; I stand in water, yet in flames I frye: I sulphur greatly, yet with cold I shake; I love in heart, and yet I dare not speake. I weare good clothes, and yet I naked goe, with decent gesture seemely to behold; I am adornd from top unto the toe; And yet my shape is lothsome double fold: I have my wits, and yet I doe mistake, Tis all because I love, and cannot speake. I heare, I see, I smell, I taste, I touch, and yet am senceles growne in every thing; Great want I feele, yet have (me thinks) too much, each ounce of mirth, a pound of griefe doth bring: I am inforcd thus to the world to breake My minde; but to my Love I cannot speake. I live in peace, yet hold an inward strife, Cupid that villaine wounded so my heart; I single am, yet faine would have a Wife, to ease me of my dolour, griefe and smart: But she with whom I gladly would partake, Makes me abashd, I know not how to speake.
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O That some Oratour would be so kinde, to plead my cause, and certifie my love; My passions and disturbances of minde. to try if she will prove my Turtle Dove: What almes or answer she to me would make, For oh alas, I love, but cannot speake. But since no meanes or way I can invent, to bring her tidings of my hearts desire; My time in Wishes shall be wholly spent, and Phoenix-like Ile wast my selfe in fire: For while I live Ile sorrow for her sake, Because I want both Art and heart to speake. O that I were some curious King of Gold, to weare upon her finger for delight; That by some Merchant so I might be sold for her owne use and service day and night: Or would I were a bond-slave for her sake; That feare might force, or Love me cause to speake. Could I but crave to light her to her bed, it surely would revive my drooping heart; Or lay soft pillowes underneath her head; till dalliance long had made us loth to part: So finding scope, my wished mind Id breake, By signes, to heare, or touch, if not to speake.
But O my heart, my wishes are in vaine, no hopes have I for this which here I crave; Nor know I any way her love to gaine; O would the Fates had digd my timeles grave: Where I might rest securely in my Tombe, And not be found untill the day of doome. His Love (at last) who from a window high had heard the griefes and sorrowes he indurd; Thus comforts him with words immediately, thy love-sicke heart (said she) shall soone be curd: Thou shalt no longer cause have to complaine; If thou lovst me, Ile quit thy love againe. Thou wishedst but my company a time; now heres my hands for ever and for aye, In weale or woe I will be wholly thine, my heart, my hand, my life shall thee obay: So, lastly; thus their loves were truely tride, He was her Bridegroome, she his lovely Bride.
FINIS. L.P. Imprinted at London for John Wright, the younger, and are to be sold at his Shop at the upper end of the Old-Bayley.