%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Mad-mans Morrice: / OR, / A warning for Young men to have a care, / How they in Love intangled are: / Wherein (by experience) you shall find, / His trouble and grief, with discontent of mind. Crouch, Humphrey University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/05/2012 31960

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R174390 HEard you not lately of a Man / That went besides his Wits, THen raging towards the Sky I rore, / Thinking to catch her hand, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 201 The Mad-mans Morrice: / OR, / A warning for Young men to have a care, / How they in Love intangled are: / Wherein (by experience) you shall find, / His trouble and grief, with discontent of mind. The Mad-mans Morrice: OR, A warning for Young men to have a care, How they in Love intangled are: Wherein (by experience) you shall find, His trouble and grief, with discontent of mind. The Madman's Morris: OR, A warning for Young men to have a care, How they in Love entangled are: Wherein (by experience) you shall find, His trouble and grief, with discontent of mind. Crouch, Humphrey 1624-1624 Francis Coles

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HEard you not lately of a Man That went besides his Wits, And naked through the Streets he ran, Wrapt in his frantick fits? My honest Neighbours tt is I, Harke how the people flout me, See where the Mad-man comes they cry, With all the Boyes about me. Into a Pond stark naked I ran, And cast my Cloathes away sir, Without the helpe of any Man. Made shift to run away sir; How I got out I have forgot, I doe not well remember, Or whether it was cold or hot, In June or in December. Tom Bedlams but a Sage to me, I speake in sober sadness, For more strange Visions doe I see, Then hee in all his madness. When first to me this chance befell, About the Market walkt I, With Capons Feathers in my Cap, And to my selfe thus talkt I.
Did you not see my Love of late, Like Titan in her glory? Did you not know she was my Mate, And I must write her Story, With Pen of Gold on Silver leafe, I will so much befriend her, For why I am of that beliefe, None can so well commend her. Saw you not Angels in her eyes, Whilest that she was a speaking? Smelt you not smels like Paradice, Betweene two Rubies breaking? Is not her haire more pure then Gold, Of finest Spiders spinning? Me thinkes in her I doe behold, My Joyes and Woes beginning. Is not a dimple in her cheeke? Each eye a Star thats starting, Is not all Graces instald in her Each step all joyes imparting? Me thinkes I see her in a Cloud, With Graces round about her? To them I call and cry aloud, I cannot live without her.
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THen raging towards the Sky I rore, Thinking to catch her hand, O then to Jove I call and cry, To let her by me stand. I looke behind and there I see My shadow me beguile, I wish she were as neere to me, Which makes my worship smile. There is no Creature can compare With my beloved Nancy: Thus I build Castles in the Aire, This is the fruits of Fancy. My thoughts mount high, above the Sky, Of none I stand in awe, Although my body here doe lye Upon a Pad of Straw. I was as good a harmlesse Youth, Before base Cupid caught me. Or his owne Mother with her Charmes, Into this Cage hath brought me: Stript and whipt now must I be, In Bedlam bound in Chaines; Good People now you may see What Love hath for his paines. When I was young as others are, With Gallants did I flourish, O then was I the properest Lad, That was in all the Parish: The Bracelets which I used to weare, About my Armes so tender, Are turned now to Iron plates, About my Body slender.
My Silken Suits doe now decay, My Cups of Gold are banished, And all my Friends doe weare away As I from them were vanished: My Silver Cups are turnd to Earth, Ime jeerd of every Clowne, I was a better Man by birth, Till Fortune cast me downe. I me out of frame and temper too, Though I am somewhat cheerfull, O this can Love and Fancy doe, If that you be not carefull: O set a watch before your Eyes, Lest they betray your heart, And make you Slaves to vanities, To act a Mad-mans part. Declare this to each Mothers Son, Unto each honest Lad: Let them not doe as I have done, Lest they like me grow mad. If Cupid strike, be sure of this, Let Reason rule Affection, So shalt thou never doe amisse, By Reasons good Direction. I have no more to say to you, My keepers now doth chide me; Now must I bid you all adieu, God knowes what will betide me: To pi[c]king Strawes now must I goe, My time in Bedlam spending; Good Folks you your beginning know, But doe not know your ending.
Finis. LONDON, Printed for Francis Coles.