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<DATE>2008-10-03</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080843.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>Love in a Mi&s;t;</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>A loving Couple once together met,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And changing words, a Pa&s;&s;ion did beget:</HI></L>
<L><HI>A Mi&s;t before my eyes I have, quoth &s;he,</HI></L>
<L><HI>What do&s;t thou mean, my Boy, to do with me:</HI></L>
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<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of, <HI>Hey boys up go we.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>A Thumping lu&s;ty Country Lad,</L>
<L>was tripping o're the Plain,</L>
<L>And meeting with a han&s;ome Maid,</L>
<L>&s;ome talk did entertain:</L>
<L>Quoth he, thou art exceeding fair,</L>
<L>thou do&s;t my heart &s;urprize,</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, I prithee have a care,</L>
<L><HI>There's a mi&s;t before mine eyes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now is my heart thine own, quoth he,</L>
<L>&s;o beautiful thou art,</L>
<L>That I mu&s;t needs thy Captive be,</L>
<L>I feel &s;uch deadly &s;mart:</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, if thou but Loyal prove,</L>
<L>i'le not thy love de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>For I am almo&s;t fall'n in love,</L>
<L><HI>With a mi&s;t before mine eyes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Said he, my love it is intire,</L>
<L>I love thee as my life,</L>
<L>If thou wilt grant me my de&s;ire,</L>
<L>then thou &s;halt be my wife:</L>
<L>Imbracing her, he laid her down,</L>
<L>and ju&s;t as down &s;he lies,</L>
<L>I pray thee now my fancy Crown,</L>
<L><HI>Though a mi&s;t's before mine eyes.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>TO work they went immediately,</L>
<L>he touch'd her to the quick,</L>
<L>And &s;o did plea&s;e her Fanta&s;ie,</L>
<L>with this &s;ame pritty trick:</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, that Maid is &s;urely mad,</L>
<L>that this &s;ame &s;port denies,</L>
<L>VVhen &s;he meets with a lu&s;ty Lad,</L>
<L><HI>Though a mi&s;t's before her eyes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus ki&s;&s;ing and imbracing too,</L>
<L>upon the Green they lay,</L>
<L>She cry'd, I have not yet my due,</L>
<L>come let us longer play:</L>
<L>This is the prittie&s;t kind of Trade,</L>
<L>that Love did e're devi&s;e,</L>
<L>Sure it is Cupid that hath made,</L>
<L><HI>This mi&s;t before mine eyes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A gentle fire within my brea&s;t,</L>
<L>methinks I now do feel,</L>
<L>The plea&s;ure cannot be expre&s;t,</L>
<L>no tongue can it reveal:</L>
<L>But if I were a Maid again,</L>
<L>I &s;hould my &s;elf de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>'Tis pritty &s;port I tell you plain,</L>
<L><HI>Though a mi&s;t's before mine eyes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Mother &s;he was much too blame,</L>
<L>to me &s;o much per&s;wade,</L>
<L>Never to mind this plea&s;ant Game,</L>
<L>but &s;till to live a Maid:</L>
<L>For when &s;he tells me &s;o again,</L>
<L>her Coun&s;el i'le de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>I cannot &s;ee i'le tell her plain,</L>
<L><HI>There's a mi&s;t before mine eyes.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Come let us try the tother touch,</L>
<L>for I have not enough,</L>
<L>She that doth at this pa&s;time grutch,</L>
<L>doth &s;ure mi&s;take the &s;tuff:</L>
<L>And as he entred then the Fort,</L>
<L>'tis mighty &s;weet, &s;he crys,</L>
<L>Oh who would think this pritty &s;port</L>
<L><HI>Ca&s;ts mi&s;ts before mine eyes.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>She put this Young&s;ter to his Trumps</L>
<L>till he began to blow,</L>
<L>But up and down &s;he briskly jumps,</L>
<L>for &s;ometimes 'twill be &s;o:</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, i'le never after mi&s;s,</L>
<L>&s;uch opportunities,</L>
<L>For this is perfect Lovers bli&s;s,</L>
<L><HI>With a mi&s;t before mine eyes.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>At la&s;t he forc'd was to retire,</L>
<L>which cau&s;ed her to frown,</L>
<L>He hop'd that he had cool'd her fire;</L>
<L>and as he laid her down,</L>
<L>He thought it would good manners be,</L>
<L>again to &s;ee her ri&s;e:</L>
<L>And thou, quoth &s;he, ha&s;t cured me,</L>
<L><HI>Of the mi&s;tbefomi rene eyes.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>I. Deacon,</HI> at the Angel in <HI>Guilt&s;pur-&s;treet.</HI></P>
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