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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080920.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD>YOUNG Jemmy OR, <HI>The Princely Shepherd.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>Being a mo&s;t plea&s;ant and Delightful New Song.</HI></HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>In ble&s;t <HI>Arcadia,</HI> where each Shepherd feeds</L>
<L>His numerous Flocks, and tunes on &s;lender Reeds;</L>
<L>His &s;ong of Love, while the fair nymphs trip round,</L>
<L>The chief among&s;t 'um was young <HI>Jemmy</HI> found:</L>
<L>For he with glances could en&s;lave each heart,</L>
<L>But fond Ambition made him to depart</L>
<L>The Fields to Court, led on by &s;uch as &s;ought</L>
<L>To bla&s;t his Vertues which much &s;orrow brought</L>
</LG>
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<OPENER><HI>To a plea&s;ant New</HI> Play-hou&s;e <HI>Tune. Or, In Ianuary la&s;t, Or, The Gowlin.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>YOung <HI>Jemmy</HI> was a Lad,</L>
<L>of Royal birth and Breeding:</L>
<L>With every Beauty clad,</L>
<L>and every Swain exceeding.</L>
<L>A face and &s;hape &s;o wonderous fine,</L>
<L>&s;o charming every part:</L>
<L>That every La&s;s upon the Green,</L>
<L>for <HI>Jemmy</HI> had a heart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In <HI>Jemmy's</HI> powerfull Eyes</L>
<L>young Gods of Love are playing,</L>
<L>And on his face there lies</L>
<L>a thou&s;and &s;miles betraying:</L>
<L>But O he dances with a grace,</L>
<L>none like him e're was &s;een:</L>
<L>No God that ever fancied was,</L>
<L>had &s;o divine a meen.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To <HI>Jemmy</HI> every Swain</L>
<L>did lowly deft his Bonnet:</L>
<L>And every La&s;s did &s;train,</L>
<L>to prai&s;e him in her Sonnet:</L>
<L>The pride of all the Youths he was,</L>
<L>the Glory of the Groves:</L>
<L>The plea&s;ure of each tender La&s;s,</L>
<L>and theme of all their Loves.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>BVt Oh unlucky fate,</L>
<L>ah Cur&s;e upon Ambition:</L>
<L>The bu&s;ie Fops of State,</L>
<L>have ruin'd his condition:</L>
<L>For glittering hope he left his &s;hade,</L>
<L>his glorious hours are gone:</L>
<L>By flattering Fools and Knaves be|tray'd,</L>
<L>poor <HI>Jemmy</HI> is undone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then <HI>Jemmy</HI> none more kind,</L>
<L>and courteous had been ever:</L>
<L>Thinking the like to find,</L>
<L>but he as yet did never:</L>
<L>For the fal&s;e Swains that led him forth</L>
<L>to expectations high:</L>
<L>De&s;ign'd but to Eclip&s;e his worth,</L>
<L>brave <HI>Jemmy</HI> to out-vye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But <HI>Jemmy</HI> &s;aw not this,</L>
<L>when in the Groves delighting,</L>
<L>Nor thought to tread ami&s;s,</L>
<L>at &s;uch a fair inviting:</L>
<L>But <HI>Jemmy</HI> was mi&s;taken there,</L>
<L>for he wasted a&s;tray;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t each kind Swain and Nymph &s;o fair,</L>
<L>for <HI>Jemmy</HI> &s;igh'd all day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For <HI>Jemmy</HI>'s lo&s;s the &s;treams</L>
<L>ran hoar&s;e, as if with mourning;</L>
<L>The birds forgat their Leams</L>
<L>and Flowers &s;o late adorning.</L>
<L>The plea&s;ant Plains hung down their heads</L>
<L>as bearing part o'ch grief,</L>
<L>And wi&s;hing he had longer &s;taid,</L>
<L>but <HI>Jemmy</HI>'d no belief.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For <HI>Jemmy</HI>'s &s;trutting veins,</L>
<L>with youthful blood were flowing,</L>
<L>Which made him rai&s;e his &s;trains,</L>
<L>to his almo&s;t undoing.</L>
<L>Though each kind Villager did pray</L>
<L>he would again return:</L>
<L>And tread &s;till in the plea&s;ant Way,</L>
<L>but <HI>Jemmy</HI> it did &s;corn.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For <HI>jemmy</HI> in fierce Arms,</L>
<L>more then his Crook delighting:</L>
<L>Di&s;pi&s;'d the Wood-Nymphs charms,</L>
<L>that were &s;o much inviting.</L>
<L>And dreams of digging Trenches deep,</L>
<L>&s;torming each Fort and Town;</L>
<L>Ambition &s;till di&s;turb'd his &s;leep,</L>
<L>whil&s;t <HI>jemmy</HI> &s;ought renown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But <HI>jemmy</HI> now may &s;ee,</L>
<L>that he was led to ruin,</L>
<L>By &s;uch as glad would be</L>
<L>of his utter undoing.</L>
<L>Yet that his Wandring he'd retrive,</L>
<L>the wi&s;h is of the Swains:</L>
<L>And in <HI>Arcadia</HI> happy live,</L>
<L>where his great Father reigns.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Golden-ball in We&s;t-&s;mithfields</P>
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