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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B081112.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="194" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 15 -->
<HEAD>The Lovers Ioy and Griefe:</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>OR</L>
<L>A young mans relation</L>
<L>In a pitifull fa&s;hion,</L>
<L>Being from his Loue hindred</L>
<L>By Locks, Bolts, and Kindred.</L>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>To the tune of Yongmen and Maids.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<LG>
<L>AMong the uine, all Nymphes diuine,</L>
<L>that haunt the forked mountaine,</L>
<L>If any will bring me a Quil,</L>
<L>dipt in <HI>Ca&s;talia's</HI> fountain</L>
<L>Ile &s;hew (in briefe) my ioy and griefe,</L>
<L>and her due prai&s;es render,</L>
<L>To whom I would come if I could,</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My ioy, in that I had the fate,</L>
<L>to chu&s;e &s;o rare a iewell,</L>
<L>My griefe in this, that &s;he (my bli&s;&s;e)</L>
<L>is kept by kindred cruell,</L>
<L>Out of my &s;ight, which day and night</L>
<L>doth pierce my heart &s;o tender,</L>
<L>Tis &s;he to whom I faine would come,</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She is a La&s;&s;e that doth &s;urpa&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>her neighbours round about her,</L>
<L>Her worth is &s;uch, it grieues me much,</L>
<L>to liue &s;o long without her:</L>
<L>With &s;trong de&s;ire in <HI>Cupids</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ire,</L>
<L>my heart burnes to a cinder,</L>
<L>I would po&s;&s;e&s;&s;e my happine&s;&s;e</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As <HI>Thisbe</HI> faire by Parents care</L>
<L>from <HI>Pyramus</HI> was hidden,</L>
<L>So &s;he to come abroad from home</L>
<L>is earne&s;tly forbidden:</L>
<L>She dares not &s;tir, nor I to her,</L>
<L>&s;o clo&s;ely they haue penn'd her,</L>
<L>She would come out I make noe doubt,</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As <HI>Danae</HI> was i'th Tower of bra&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>inclo&s;ed by her Father,</L>
<L>So &s;he (my &s;weet) le&s;t we &s;hould meet,</L>
<L>is kept more clo&s;ely rather:</L>
<L>Yet as great <HI>loue</HI> got to his Loue,</L>
<L>though walls did comprehend her,</L>
<L>So I doe hope to haue fr&eacute;e &s;cope,</L>
<L><HI>though locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'th interim I mu&s;t patiently</L>
<L>expect that happy &s;ea&s;on,</L>
<L>I dare not thinke that &s;he will &s;hrinke,</L>
<L>for intruth I haue no rea&s;on,</L>
<L>I find that &s;he is true to me,</L>
<L>in that I mu&s;t commend her,</L>
<L>She would not be &s;o long from me.</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It grieues my heart to think what &s;mart</L>
<L>(poore creature) &s;he endureth,</L>
<L>What meanes her kindred v&s;e to winne</L>
<L>her heart, which &s;he a&s;&s;ureth</L>
<L>Is fixed fa&s;t, while life doth la&s;t,</L>
<L>no policie can bend her,</L>
<L>To any cour&s;e loue hath &s;uch forcs,</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="195" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 15 -->
<HEAD>The &s;econd part</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<LG>
<L>SH&eacute;e hath (tis true to &s;peake what's due)</L>
<L>too great a marriage portion,</L>
<L>This may I vow, for <HI>Cupid</HI> now,</L>
<L>is bent vnto extortion?</L>
<L>I would therefore her friends were poore,</L>
<L>or el&s;e in heart more tender,</L>
<L>For poor or rich w&eacute;e'd go through &s;titch,</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Although my &s;elfe want worldly pelfe,</L>
<L>vnto their expectation,</L>
<L>Yet if I may the truth di&s;play,</L>
<L>without any o&s;tentation,</L>
<L>My birth and parts and due de&s;erts</L>
<L>are not &s;o weake and &s;lender,</L>
<L>But that I might earne my delight,</L>
<L><HI>though locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Were I a Prince of eminence,</L>
<L>and &s;hee a pea&s;ants daughter,</L>
<L>Had &s;he no more of learnings &s;tore,</L>
<L>then what wi&s;e nature taught her,</L>
<L>Her p&eacute;erele&s;&s;e face and inward grace,</L>
<L>&s;hewes in my heart &s;uch &s;plendor,</L>
<L>Sh&eacute;e mine &s;hould be, the like &s;ayes &s;he,</L>
<L><HI>but locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tis not her pelfe but her &s;w&eacute;et &s;elfe,</L>
<L>that I (in heart) doe couit</L>
<L>Nece&s;&s;ity let wealth &s;upply,</L>
<L>for nothing el&s;e I loue it,</L>
<L>Her onely loue is that doth moue</L>
<L>my heart and makes it tender,</L>
<L>I mourne in griefe without reliefe,</L>
<L><HI>for locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No ea&s;e of mind at all I find,</L>
<L>but onely this a&s;&s;urance,</L>
<L>That my deare wench will neuer flinch,</L>
<L>though &s;he be kept in durance,</L>
<L>Shee hath her &s;hare of woe and care</L>
<L>for which I mu&s;t commend her,</L>
<L>On me &s;he hath be&s;tow'd her faith,</L>
<L><HI>though locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Continue &s;till in thy good will.</L>
<L>thou Paragon of beauty,</L>
<L>And I to th&eacute;e as true will bee</L>
<L>(&s;o am I bound in duty)</L>
<L>Though fortune frowne, yet the renowne</L>
<L>of our affections tender,</L>
<L>Abroad is flowne, we two are one,</L>
<L><HI>though locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With patience wee'll expect to feele,</L>
<L>the fruit of all this &s;orrow,</L>
<L>Though &s;orrow may indure this day,</L>
<L>I &s;hall haue ioy to morrow,</L>
<L>In the meane while, I in exile</L>
<L>will be thy true defender,</L>
<L>And &s;pread thy name which is my claime.</L>
<L><HI>though locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh cruell fate, expire the date,</L>
<L>of two deare Louers trouble,</L>
<L>If once our griefe doe finde reliefe,</L>
<L>our ioyes wil then be double</L>
<L>And all our teares, our cares and feares,</L>
<L>will to our names add &s;plender</L>
<L>Thy heart is mine, and mine is thine,</L>
<L><HI>though locks and bolts doe hinder.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>M.P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
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<P>Printed at London for <HI>Tho: Lambers</HI>
and are to be &s;old at the &s;igne of the Hors-&s;hoo in Smithfield.</P>
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