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T222536 WHom have I chosen to my love, / and no more I crave, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 96 FANCIES FRREEDOM FANCY'S FREEDOM ?-?

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WHom have I chosen to my love, and no more I crave, And I not having whom I love, what do I receive? Riches and Honour both, are but misery, When the Mind is not fulfill'd and Fancy is not free. Contentment yields the greatest joy, none can it deny, And I not having whom I love, what content have I? Restraint doth take away, what in love might be, Since true love ceaseth to be love, and Fancy is not free. Have not the Birds of the Air, freedom at their will, For to choose their own true Mate and all their thoughts fulfil? Why then, should I then, who reasonable be, Be thus oppressed with my love, and have not Fancy free? Doth not the languishing of sprits often procure our Death? And Melancholy fits of Love, extinguish lovers breath? How then but in sadness and mourning can I be: When my love is bounded in, and Fancy is not free? The eye gives object to the love, when that it is crost, It turns to mourning weeping Tears, lamenting what is lost: The eye doth mourn, the heart doth burn and dwines exceedingly: Which puts a period to my life and makes my Fancy die. 'Twixt those extreams of jeopardy doth my affection ly: Life bids me stay, love to imploy, but restrant bid be die. 'Twixt flames I burn, and on my urn my ashes you shall see, That I did live because I lov'd, and had not Fancy free. The Young Man's Reply. WHen I by Fancy first did move, I made that endless choice, With Protestations for to prove, most constant in all noise.
My whole Engine I did encline (that all the World might see) To have my Love unite to thine, and make my Fancy free. Heavens hath decreed that thus my smart be plung'd in loves desire: And blind Cupid with his dart, hath set my heart on fire: No crosses, nor losses, shall ever alter me, Nor yet no worldly wishes shall make my Fancy die. I value nothing that I know, to that choise I did make For which I gladly undergo all crosses for her sake: Then present or absent she still my Love shall be, Which only can give me content, and set my Fancy free. Another Reply. FAncies freedom's good indeed, but fools we must debar, For their fantastick Female Sex, doth still at reason scar, For their unsolid brainsick wits; love such varietie. That reason cannot them permit, to have their Fancy free. Birds that are loyal in their mind when that they do confer, They match according to their kind, and so they do not err: The Female Sex are worse than those, loves infidelitie, That reason cannot them permit, to have their Fancy free. The heart of Man's entirely bent, without deceit or craft, And when of Love it gets the stamp it holdeth fast the shaft, But Womens heart two doors they have and let these darts out-flie, That no Man weep much thereat should they have Fancy free. Loves cryes contentment is a bless, and when the same you have, When ye have gotten which ye list, yet have ye more to crave. Even that which is your bliss tonight tomorrow makes you die And so your life is endless strife should ye have Fancy free.
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