The Frantic 'Squire:  
Whose passionate Love for a Young Lady caused his Distraction, and since the restoration, of his Senses, he, with his own hand, writ this Excellent new Ditty.  
To the Tune of Letoy Mary live long.  
 
 

MElpomene now  
assist a meek Lover,  
whose Tears will discover,  
How false to her Vow  
fair Cynthia hath been;  
While I sigh and complain  
She returned me disdain,  
and would not expel  
My languishing passion,  
My languishing passion,  
but bid me farewel.   

From morning to night,  
I wandered distracted  
ah! what have I acted  
Which made her delight  
to torture me so:  
Through the Shades did I post,  
Like a hover Ghost  
bereft of rest;  
With sad Lamentation,  
With sad Lamentation,  
in sorrows oppressed.   

My Riches I left,  
with dear Habitation,  
each Friend and Relation,  
Of Comforts bereft,  
Distracted I run;  
That a place I might find  
That was free from mankind,  
(fair women I mean;)  
Whose conquering Beauty,  
Whose conquering Beauty,  
too late I have seen.   

My Pillow I made  
on banks of green Rushes,  
near Brambles and Bushes,  
Where weeping I laid  
my sorrowful Head;  
As I closed my Eyes,  
The kind watery Skies,  
would weep to behold  
A Lover exposed  
A Lover exposed  
to sorrow and cold.   

I valued not Crowns,  
with Kingdoms of Treasure,  
and wealth out of measure,  
Or fortified Towns,  
for which they contend;  
There was Cynthia my Love,  
Which I valued above  
an Emperor's Throne,  
Her amorous beauty,  
Her amorous beauty,  
was Riches alone.   

To Bedlam bound,  
at length they conveyed me,  
And there having laid me  
Upon the hard Ground,  
I took my repose;  
And my rich silken Bed,  
Where I once laid my Head,  
was turned to Straws▪  
Of this my Distraction,  
Of this my Distraction,  
was Cynthia the Cause?   

My Senses once more,  
the hand of kind Heaven▪  
in pity hath given,  
And now I'll adore  
no woman alive:  
Since my Heart is at ease,  
Let 'em frown if they please  
I scorn their disdain,  
They never shall make me,  
They never shall make me,  
a Captive again.   
FINIS.   

Licenced according to Order.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, ●● De●●●● J. Blare, J. B●●k▪