%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The dying Young-man, and the obdurate Maid, / OR, / A strange and wonderful Relation of a Young-man / that dyed for love about the midest of this present Iune, with the Maids per- / plexity for loss of her love, and how likely she is to dy for the same cause / worthy the view of all young-men and Maids both in Country and / City, delightful to all, hurtful to none. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1654-1654 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/01/2012 31732

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R174797 COme you young men and maidens fair / For unto you I will now declare, HE kept his time and to her came / But she proved a scornful dame, Sweet grant me love or else I dye. [with variation] Tis for thy love that I must dye. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 59 The dying Young-man, and the obdurate Maid, / OR, / A strange and wonderful Relation of a Young-man / that dyed for love about the midest of this present Iune, with the Maids per- / plexity for loss of her love, and how likely she is to dy for the same cause / worthy the view of all young-men and Maids both in Country and / City, delightful to all, hurtful to none. The dying Young-man, and the obdurate Maid, OR, A strange and wonderful Relation of a Young-man that dyed for love about the midest of this present Iune, with the Maids per-plexity for loss of her love, and how likely she is to dy for the same cause worthy the view of all young-men and Maids both in Country and City, delightful to all, hurtful to none. The dying Young-man, and the obdurate Maid, OR, A strange and wonderful Relation of a Young-man that dyed for love about the midst of this present June, with the Maid's perplexity for loss of her love, and how likely she is to die for the same cause worthy the view of all young-men and Maids both in Country and City, delightful to all, hurtful to none. 1654-1654 John Andrews

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COme you young men and maidens fair For unto you I will now declare, And likewise I will hear unfold, As true a tale as ere was told, Of a young man that oft did cry, Sweet grant me love or else I dye. Fair Maids I pray you lend an ear, And you the truth thereof shall hear, And of these lines come take a view, No damage thereby will insue, Admit not your love too oft to cry, Sweet yield Reliefe or else I dye. The young mans Complaint. Dear love when first I cast mine eye, Upon thy feature and beauty My heart did burn in such a flame, That I could never quench the same, And doth continue constantly, Sweet yield Relief or else I dye. Maids reply. King Sir your mind I will make known, The less your mine the more your own, For on that side I cannot hear, Yet thank you kindly for your fear, No cause at all I can espy, For to give credit to your cry. Man. Dear Love thou lodgest in my heart, And from thence shall ner depart, Dread Cupit hath wounded me so,
Then do not prove my mortall fo, Which forceth me inceasantly, To cry sweet love me or I dye, Maid. Sweet Sir your sute is all in vain, Without a cause you do complain, Young-men I know can counterfeit And seem to be lovers compleat Us silly Maidens for to try, But we their actions do defie. Man. Dear love do not obdurate prove, But this my wo and grief remove, And ease me now that am oprest, So that I may have peace and rest, For in thy love my heart doth fry, Sweet yield relief or else I dy, Maid. Sir to me you a stranger are, Then wherefore for me should you care, Some thing to mitigate your pain, Come home I wil you entertain, If I may prove the remedy, You for love shall never dye. Man. Then receive this kiss my dear, That I give the in token here, I love thee dearer then my life, Intending to make thee my wife Ten thousand times happy am I, That thou lovest me assuredly.
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HE kept his time and to her came But she proved a scornful dame, Her entertainment was harsh and course And her reproaches ten times worse, Farwel deer heart thus did he cry, Tis for thy love that I must dye. Straight home he came and went to bed, Whereupon fancies still he fed, And for twelve dayes he there did ly, In griveous wo and misery, And ever and anon did cry, Tis for thy love that I must dye. Four lines apiece of the four following verses, was found written in his own Trunck, since his departure. His Complaint. THy heart is harder far then flint, And will not suffer Cupits plint, But vears his Arrowes back to love, Hard hearted thou that canst not love, My life is now in Jeoperdy, Tis for thy love that I must dye. And when I dye true lovers mourn, Deck all your heads with witherd corn, Wear on each hand a sable glove, To testifie I dyed for love, Proclaim it in the strees and cry, Twas for her love that I did dye. Then hear me softly by her door, And with your mourning breads deplore, Cry loud look down you gods above,
On her that kills him for her love, To all the world go testifie, Twas for her love that I did dye. Last build my Tomb of lovers bones, Laid round about with marble stones, My Schothon being a Venus Dove To signifie I dyed for love, For whilst I live in flames I fry, And so farewel lo here I dye. Imediately in came the Maid, His Cofin made heart to dread, And to inquire who there did dy, That within that house did ly, She being told wept bitterly, And said I do deserve to dye. And since that hour continues still, Beyond any Physitians skill, Her sorrows daily do increase, Her burning feavors do not cease, She frets and grieves unceasantly, Confessing she deserves to dye. Young men and maids that love intend, These lines unto you I commend, To those that love you prove most true, And do not change them for a new, Give eare to those that truth doth tell, And so I bid you all farwel.
London, Printed for John Andrews, at the White-Lyon near Py-Corner.