The Lover's Joy and Grief,  
Or, A Youngman's Relation, in a pitiful fashion. Being from his Love hindered, by Locks, Bolts, and Kindred.  
To the Tune of Young men and Maids.  
 

AMongst the nine, of 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 coould  

but locks and bolts do hinder.    

My joy, in that I had the fate  
to choose so rare a jewel,  
By 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, etc.    

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 Cupid's fire  
my heart burns to a cinder.  
I would possess my happiness  

but locks, etc.    

As T●isbe fair by Parents care  
fro● Pyramus was hidden,  
So she to come abroad from home  
i● 〈…〉 ●●●bidden:  
She dare not stir, nor I to her  
so closely they have pined her  
She would come out, I make no doubt  

but locks, etc.    

As Danae was, i'th' Tower of brass  
enclosed by her father  
So thee (my sweet) lest we should meet  
art kept more closely rather  
Yet as great Jove got to his love  
though walls did comprehend her,  
So I did hope to have free scope  

but locks, etc.    

I'th' interim I, most patiently  
expect that happy season,  
I dare not think, that she will shrink  
for in truth 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, etc.    

It grieves my heart, to think what smart  
(poor creature) she endureth,  
What means her kindred use to win  
her heart w●ich she assureth  
Is fixed fast, while life doth last  
no policy can bind her,  
To any course love hath such force  

but locks and bolts do hinder.    
 

SHe hath 'tis true, to speak what's due  
too great a Marriage portion:  
This may I vow, for Cupid now  
is bend into extortion:  
I would therefore, her friends were poor,  
or else in heart more tender;  
For poor or rich, weed 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;  
By birth & parts, and due deserts,  
are not so weak and slender;  
But that I might, earn any delight  

though locks, etc.    

Were I a Prince of eminence  
and she a Peasant's daughter,  
Had she more, of Learning's store  
then what wise nature taught her;  
Her peerless face and in ward grace  
shows in my heart such splendour  
She mine should be, the like says she  

but locks, etc.    

'tis not her pelf, but her sweet self,  
that I in heart do covet:  
Necessity, let wealth supply  
for nothing else I love it:  
Her only love, is that doth move  
my heart and make it tender:  
I mourn in grief, without relief  

but locks, etc.    

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, etc.    

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, etc.    

With patience weéel 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, etc.    

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.     

London Printed for F. Cole, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. Clarke.