The Lover's joy and Grief:  
OR  
A young man's relation  
In a pitiful fashion,  
Being from his Love hindered  
By Locks, Bolts, and Kindred.  
To the tune of Youngmen and Maids.  
 

AMong the vine, all Nymphs divine,  
that haunt the forked mountain,  
If any will bring me a Quill,  
dipped in Castalia's fountain  
I'll show (in brief) my joy and grief,  
and her due praises render,  
To whom I would come if I could,  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

My joy, in that I had the fate,  
to choose so rare a jewel,  
My grief in this, that she (my bliss)  
is kept by kindred cruel,  
Out of my sight, which day and night  
doth pierce my heart so tender,  
'tis she to whom I fain would come,  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

She is a Lass that doth surpass,  
her neighbours round about her,  
Her worth is such, it grieves me much,  
to live so long without her:  
With strong desire in Cupids ●ire,  
my heart burns to a cinder,  
I would possess my happiness  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

As Thisbe fair by Parents care  
from Pyramus was hidden,  
So she to come abroad from home  
is earnestly forbidden:  
She dares not stir, nor I to her,  
so closely they have penned her,  
She would come out I make no doubt,  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

As Danae was i'th' Tower of brass,  
enclosed by her Father,  
So she (my sweet) lest we should meet,  
is kept more closely rather:  
Yet as great love got to his Love,  
though walls did comprehend her,  
So I do hope to have free scope,  
though locks and bolts do hinder.   

I'th' interim I must patiently  
expect that happy season,  
I dare not think that she will shrink,  
for intruth I have no reason,  
I find that she is true to me,  
in that I must commend her,  
She would not be so long from me.  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

It grieves my heart to think what smart  
(poor creature) she endureth,  
What means her kindred use to win  
her heart, which she assureth  
Is fixed fast, while life doth last,  
no policy can bend her,  
To any course love hath such forcs,  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

The second part  
To the same tune.  
 

She hath ('tis true to speak what's due)  
too great a marriage portion,  
This may I vow, for Cupid now,  
is bend unto extortion?  
I would therefore her friends were poor,  
or else in heart more tender,  
For poor or rich wéeed go through stitch,  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

Although myself want worldly pelf,  
unto their expectation,  
Yet if I may the truth display,  
without any ostentation,  
My birth and parts and due deserts  
are not so weak and slender,  
But that I might earn my delight,  
though locks and bolts do hinder.   

Were I a Prince of eminence,  
and she a peasant's daughter,  
Had she no more of learning's store,  
then what wise nature taught her,  
Her peerless face and inward grace,  
shows in my heart such splendour,  
She mine should be, the like says she,  
but locks and bolts do hinder.   

'tis not her pelf but her sweet self,  
that I (in heart) do covit  
Necessity let wealth supply,  
for nothing else I love it,  
Her only love is that doth move  
my heart and makes it tender,  
I mourn in grief without relief,  
for locks and bolts do hinder.   

No ease of mind at all I find,  
but only this assurance,  
That my dear wench will never flinch,  
though she be kept in durance,  
She hath her share of woe and care  
for which I must commend her,  
On me she hath bestowed her faith,  
though locks and bolts do hinder.   

Continue still in thy good will.  
thou Paragon of beauty,  
And I to thee as true will be  
(so am I bound in duty)  
Though fortune frown, yet the renown  
of our affections tender,  
Abroad is flown, we two are one,  
though locks and bolts do hinder.   

With patience we'll expect to feel,  
the fruit of all this sorrow,  
Though sorrow may endure this day,  
I shall have joy to morrow,  
In the mean while, I in exile  
will be thy true defender,  
And spread thy name which is my claim.  
though locks and bolts do hinder.   

Oh cruel fate, expire the date,  
of two dear Lovers trouble,  
If once our grief do find relief,  
our joys will then be double  
And all our tears, our cares and fears,  
will to our names add splendour  
Thy heart is mine, and mine is thine,  
though locks and bolts do hinder.    
M.P.  
FINIS.   

Printed at London for Tho: Lambers and are to be sold at the sign of the Hors-shoo in Smithfield.