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S111931 2 Holow my Fancy, whither wilt thou go? UNKNOWN Holow My Fancy, Whither Will Thou Go? its own proper Tune UNKNOWN Its Own Proper Tune INTO a Melancholick Fancie, / Out of my self; Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 537 BEDLAM SCHOOLMAN. / Or, Some Lines made by an English Noble Man, that was in Bedlam. BEDLAM SCHOOLMAN. Or, Some Lines made by an English Noble Man, that was in Bedlam. BEDLAM Schoolman. Or, Some Lines made by an English Noble Man, that was in Bedlam. ?-?

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INTO a Melancholick Fancie, Out of my self; Into the Vulcan dancie, All the World surveying, No where staying, Just like a Fairie Elff: Out ore the tops of highest Mountains Skipping, Out ore the Hills, the Trees, and Valleys tripping, Out ore the Ocean Seas, without an Oare or Shipping: Holow my Fancie, whither wilt thou go? Amidst the misty Vapours, fain would I know, What doth cause the Tapours? Why the Clouds benight us? And afright us; while we travel here below? Fain would I know what makes the roaring Thunder? And what these lightnings be, that rent the clouds asunder? And what these Comets are, on which we gaze and wonder? Holow my Fancie, etc. Fain would I know the reason, why the little Aunt, All the Summer season, Layeth up provision, Upon condition, to know no Winters want? And how these Huse-wives that are so good and painful, Do unto their Husbands prove so good and gainful? And why these lazie Drons, to them do prove disdainful? Holow, etc. Ships, Ships, I will discrie you, amidst the Main; I will come and try you, What you are protecting, And projecting. whats your end and aim? One goes abroad for Merchandise and Trading, Another stayes to keep his Countrey from invading, A Third is coming home with rich & wealth of loading. Holowe, etc. When I look before me, there do behold, Theres none that sees or knows me; All the Worlds a gadding, Running and madding, none doth his station hold: He that is below invieth him that riseth, And he that is above, him thats below despiseth, So every Man his plot and counter-plot deviseth. Holow, etc. Look, Look, what a busling, here I do espy; Each one another jusling, Every one turmoiling, One another spoiling, as I did pass them by: One sitteth musing in a dumpish Passion,
Another hangs his Head, because hes out of fashion, A Third is fully bent on sport and recreation: Holow, etc. Amidst the foamie Ocean, fain would I know, What doth cause the motion, And returning, In its journeying? and doth so seldom swerve? And how these little Fishes, that swime beneath Salt water Do never blind their Eye? Me thinks it is a matter, An inch above the reach of Erra Pater! Holow, etc. Fain would I be resolved, how things are done? And where the Bull was calved, Of bloody Falaris? And where the Taylor is, that works to the Man in the Moon? Fain would I know how Cupid aims so rightly? And how these little Fairies do dance and leap so lightly? And where fair Cynthia makes her ambles nightly? Holow, etc. In conceit like Phaeton, Ill mount Phoebus Chaire! Having nere a Hat on, All my Hairs a burning, In my journeying, hurrying through the Air! Fain would I hear his fiery Horses neighing! And see how they on foamy Bitts are playing! All the Stars and Planets I will be surveying! Holow, etc. O from what ground of Nature, Doth the Pelican, That self devouring creature, Prove so froward, And untoward, her Vitals for to strain! And why the subtile Fox, while in deaths wounds is lying, Doth not lament his pangs, by howling and by crying? And why the milk white Swan doth sing when shes a dy-ing. Holow, etc. Fain would I conclude this, at least make an essay, What similitude is, Why Fowls of a feather, Do flock and fly together? and Lambs know Beastes of prey? How Natures Alchymists, these small laborious creatures, Acknowledge still a Prince in ordering their matters, And suffers none to live, who slothing lose their Fea[t]ures? Holow, etc. Im rapt with admiration, when I do ruminate, Men of one Occupation, How each one calls him Brother,
Yet each invieth other, and yet still intimate; Yea, I admire to see, some Natives farther sundred, Then Antipodes to us, is it not to be wondred, In Myriads yell find of one Mind scarce an hundred! Holow, etc. What multitude of notions doth perturb my Pate, Considering the motions, How Heavens they are preserved; And this World served, in Moisture, Light and Heat! If one Spirit sits the outmost Circle turning, Or if one turns another continuing in journeying; If Rapids circles motion be that which they call burning Holow, etc. Fain also would I prove this, by considering, What that which you call love is? Whither it be a Folly, Or a Melancholy, or some Heroick thing! Fain would I have it proved, by one whom Love hath wounded And fully upon one their desire hath founded, That nothing els could please them tho the World were rounded! Holow, etc. To know this Worlds Center, Height, Depth, Breadth, and Length, Fain would I adventure, To search the hid attractions, Of Magnetick actions, And Adamantick strength! Fain would I know if in some lofty Mountains, Where the Moon sojourns, if there be Trees or Fountain? If there be Beasts of prey? or yet be fields to hunt in? Holow, etc. Fain would I have it tried, by Experiments, By none can be denied; If in this bulk of Nature, There be voids less or greater, or all remains compleat? Fain would I know if Beasts have any Reason? If Falcons killing Eagles, do commit a treason? If fear of Winters want, makes Swallowes fly the season? Holow, etc. Holow my Fancie, holow, stay thou at home with me, I can thee no longer follow; Thou hast betrayd me, And bewrayd me; it is too much for thee. Stay, stay at home with me, leave off thy lofty soaring, Stay thou at home with me, and on thy books be poring: For he that goes abroad layes little up in storing: thous welcome home my Fancie, welcome home to me!
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