%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Mad Man's Morice; 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 English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/20/2014 33049

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R228464 1 To a pleasant new tune. UNKNOWN To a pleasant new tune. HEard you not lately of a Man, / that went besides his Wits, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 488 The Mad Man's Morice; 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 Man’s Morice; 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 Man'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 Printer A.M. ?-? A.M.

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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 it is I, hark hew the people flout me, See where the mad man comes, they cry, with all the boys about me. Into a pond stark naked I ran, and cast away my Cloaths Sir, Without the help of any man, made shift to get away Sir: How I got out I have forgot, I do not well remember, Or whether it was cold or hot, in June or in December. Tom Bedlam's but a stage to me, I speak in sober sadness. For more strange visions do I see, then he in all his madness,
When first to me this chance befel, about the Market walkt I, With Capons feathers in my cap, and to myself 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 Leaf, I will so much befriend her, For why, I am of that belief, done can so well commend her. Saw you not Angels in her eyes, whilst that she was a speaking? Smelt you not smells like Paradise, between two rubies breaking: Is not her hair more pure then gold, of finest spiders spinning? Methinks in her I do behold, my joys and woes beginning.
Is not a dimple in her Cheek each eye a star that's starring Is not all graces instal[']d in her, each step all joys imparting: Methinks I see her in a cloud, with graces round about her; To them I call and cry aloud, I connot live without her. Then raging towards the sky I rove, thinking to catch her hand, O then to Jove I call and cry, to let her by me stand: I look[']t behind and there I saw my shaddow, me beguile, I wish she were as near to me, which makes my worship smile. There is no creature can compare, with my beloved Nancy; Thus I build Castles in the Air, this is the fruit of fancy: My thoughts mount high above the sky of none I stand in awe, Although my body here doth lye upon a Pad of Straw. I was as good a harmless youth, before base Cupid caught me: Or his own mother with her charms into this case hath brought me: Stript and whipt now must I be, in Bedlam bound in chains Good People now you all may see what love hath for his pains, When I was young as others are, with Gallants did I flourish, O then I was the properest Lad that was in all the Parish:
The Bracelet which I us'd to wear, about my arms so tender, Are turned into Iron plates about my body slender, My silken suits do now decay, my cups of Gold are vanished, And all my friends do wear away, as I from them were banished: My silver cups are turn'd to earth, jeer'd of every Clown; I was a better man by birth, till fortune cast me down. I am out of frame and temper too, though I am somewhat chearful, O this can love and fancy do, if that you be not careful: O set a watch before your eyes, least they betray your heart: And make your slaves to vanities, to act a mad mans part. Declare this to each Mothers Son, unto each honest Lad: Let them not do 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 do amiss, 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 knows what will betide me: To picking straws now must I go: my time in Bedlam spending, Good folks you your beginning know, but do not know your ending.
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