Love in a MAZE; or, The Youngman put to his Dumps.  
Here in this Song you may behold and see  
A gallant Girl obtained by Wit and Honesty;  
All you that hear my Song, and mark it but aright,  
Will say true Love's worth Gold, and breeds delight.  
To a pleasant New tune, called, the true Lover's delight; or, the Cambridge Horn.  
 
 

LAte in the morning, as I abroad was walking,  
All in a Meadow green, I heard two Lovers talking;  
With kisses sweet the youngman her Saluted,  
Then I drew near to hear what they disputed:  
Then I drew near to hear what they disputed.   Youngman. 
Fair Maid, qouth he, this merry morning,  
Present one smile to me, and be no longer scorning:  
Him who hath vowed to be thine own for ever,  
O say but to me, Our loves shall never sever:  

O say, etc.   Maid. 
Indeed Sir, quoth she, it is a nusty morning,  
But I would have you to know I always hated scorning,  
And as for love, as yet I mean to smother,  
I know not one as yet I love better than another:  

I know, etc.   Youngman. 
True love, sweetheart, qd. he, if e'er you change to know it,  
It cannot smothered be, but at last you'll show it;  
The first time I beheld thy sweet and comely carriage,  
I ever since desired that we were joined in marriage:  

I ever, etc.   Maid. 
I Love Sir, quoth she, is like a Fisher's Angel,  
Which oft hath golden baits fifty Maidens to entangle,  
Are cunningly cast out by Youngman's false inventions,  
Then marriage they'll pretend where 'tis not their intentions.  

Then marriage, etc.   Youngman. 
O 'tis so, my dear, true love is like a fountain  
That cast out water clear out of a Rocky mountain,  
Whose stream for to stop you'll say it is a wonder,  
Likewise 'tis as strange to cleave the Rocks in sunder:  

Likewise 'tis as, etc.   

Such is my love to thee, and shall be ever,  
No unconstant thoughts or fickle mind can sever  
My heart from thee, which always shall be bringing  
Fountains clear & fresh, that from true love is springing,  

Fountains clear and fresh, etc.    Maid. 
Your comparision, said she, I must confess is witty,  
To stay the stream of love it were a pity;  
But your heart you compare indeed to rocky mountains,  
For stony oft they are, and cast our several fountains.  

For stony, etc.   

As from some fountain several streams are running,  
So many feigned loves you oft have by your cunning;  
'Tis hard to pierce your slinty heart asunder,  
and stop your fickle streams, it is a wonder:  

And stop, etc.    Youngman. 
Fie, fie, sweetheart, your wit doth over-match me,  
No words I can impart but presently you catch me:  
You maidens now each day do grow so coy and witty,  
Let Youngmen beg and pray, you'll take of them no pity.  

let Youngmen, etc.   Maid. 
Fie, away for shame, you Youngmen can dissemble,  
Your wits are ripe, your tongues are quick and nimble,  
Indeed you'll beg and pray sometimes to get your pleasure,  
Then leave us in the lurth, and we may repent at leisure:  

Then leave, etc.   Youngman. 
Confessed it is, there's many are so minded,  
But it thou wouldst prove my Constancy, thou'lt find it,  
Do thou but command, through danger I will enter,  
and for to gain thy love, through an army I would ventre:  

And for to gain, etc.   
 
 

Sweetheart i'd you know I never could dissemble,  
and my compliments are slow, my tongue was never nimble;  
'Tis none but loyal love makes me come unto thee,  
It is not for thy wealth but virtue that I love thee.  

it is not for, etc.    

With that a bush of May this lovely maid espied,  
Near to a bank of Time, where to she quickly hied,  
Down she plucked the May that was so green and tender,  
and up she plucked the time with her pretty arms so slender:  

and up she, etc.    

She stuck the bush of may in time, and did present it  
Unto this Youngman, which was soon discontented;  
Here, Sir, quoth she, if that you will be eased,  
Read but this Riddle, Sir, perhaps you may be pleased.  

Read but, etc.    Youngman. 
He took it from her hand and received it as a token,  
Then in a dump did stand, & never a word was spoken;  
blushing, then at last he modestly replied,  
Your Riddle I can read, love, and shall not be denied,  

Your Riddle, etc.   

This may stuck in time, which is to me presenting,  
Shows that I may in time gain your love & not contenting  
Which if I may, i'll stay your time and leisure,  
No time i'll think too long, so at last I gain the treasure.  

No time, etc.    

He took her by the hand and lovingly they walked,  
but tied in Cupid's hands most amorously they talked,  
Then on each other smiled with inerchanging kisses,  
O 'tis pity time beguiled such lovers of their blisses.  

O 'tis pity, etc.    

Perhaps, sweet Sir, you by this Riddle reading,  
May think you gained me by little or not persuading,  
Which if you did, it is yet at my pleasure,  
I am not bound to you yet, but you must stay my leisure.  

I am not, etc.    

Then let this heart within this breast lie panting,  
No happiness  see, but let joys be ever wanting;  
If e'er I think an evil thought upon thee,  
let mirth be banished quite, and sorrow wall upon me.  

Let mirth, etc.    

If it be so, quoth she, thou bearest such true affection,  
Hereafter i'll agree to be ruled by thy direction;  
No friend shall sever or break our loves asunder,  
For loyal loving hearts will be the world's wonder.  

for loyal, etc.    

The time that late was mine to thee shall be presented,  
all that I have is thine, then rest thyself contented;  
Thy gallant wit, thy modesty and carriage,  
Hath won my heart, we will be joined in marriage,  

Hath won, etc.    Youngman. 
He took her at her word, and modestly replied,  
Short time I will afford, long time shall be densded:  
This being the first of May, our hearts being joined and wedded.  
before the fifth day in wedlock we'll be ●edded.  

before the, etc.   

Nine hundred pound with this maiden he obtained,  
On marriage day was paid, which by his wit he gained;  
altho' no means he had, she never a whit repent,  
He was a gallant lad, and she was will contented.  

He was, etc.    

Now all you pretty maids that live in town or city,  
The author you persuades to learn from this his ditty,  
If a Youngman you love, look not then for his treasure,  
For if he honest prove in him is wealth and pleasure:  

for if, etc.    

You Young men i'll persuade to hear my motion,  
For if you affect a maid, regard not then her portion;  
Hang ten pounds, give me the lass that loves me,  
If a good wife thou'd found, no joy on Earth's above thee.  

if a good, etc.    

Youngmen and maids that lately went a Maying,  
Mark the Nightingale, one tune he's always playing,  
jug, jug, jug, sweet, is all the note she singeth,  
as when loyal lovers meet, no double tongues they bringeth.  

as when, etc.    

all you pretty maids that are civil in Your carriage,  
This Song in scent to you to be wary in Your marriage:  
Try before you trust, be careful in consenting,  
That when the knot is tied, there may be no repenting.  

that when Knot is, etc.    
FINIS.   

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