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<HEAD>Love without Mea&s;ure. OR, The Young-mans Delight, and the Maidens Joy.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L><HI>This young man woo'd a Damo&s;el fair,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And call'd her his joy and dear,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But &s;he was coy, as Maids will be,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;aid he came with flattery.</HI></L>
<L><HI>But he did prote&s;t it was not &s;o,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And at la&s;t brought her unto his bow:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Now they live in love, in peace, and joy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And &s;he very fain would have a boy.</HI></L>
</LG>
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<OPENER>To a rare new tune, called, <HI>Du-vals Delight.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>LAte in the Country as I was walking</L>
<L>Viewing the Meadows &s;o fre&s;h and gr&eacute;en</L>
<L>There I was a ware of two Lovers a talking</L>
<L>Vnder a bu&s;h, but could hardly be &s;een,</L>
<L>I laid me down and I li&s;ten'd a while,</L>
<L>To hear if the man could the maiden beguile:</L>
<L>But the maid &s;he was crafty, witty and loyal</L>
<L>Although many times he put her to th' tryal,</L>
<L>And in the conclu&s;ion thus he did her wooe:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My dear love, my joy, and my honey,</L>
<L>No tongue can expre&s;s how dear I love thee</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt never want for love nor money</L>
<L>If thou wilt but &s;et thy affection on me,</L>
<L>For all the fair beauties that ever I &s;aw</L>
<L>I &s;till mu&s;t &s;ubmit and yield to thy Law;</L>
<L>Then unto thy deare&s;t friend be not &s;o cruel,</L>
<L>For thou art my comfort, my joy, &amp; my jewel,</L>
<L>And &s;o I &s;hall count thee untill I dye.</L>
</LG>
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<SPEAKER>Maid.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>The Damo&s;el unto him &s;traight way reply'd,</L>
<L>Is it for this you hither me brought?</L>
<L>Your &s;uit at this time is mu&s;t be deny'd,</L>
<L>I am not a bird that's &s;o ea&s;ily caught:</L>
<L>For marriage I &s;ee is a co&s;tly name;</L>
<L>Be&s;ides (quoth &s;he) I'm too young to marry,</L>
<L>This &s;even years I may very well carry,</L>
<L>For &s;orrow and troubles come fa&s;t enough on.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A maiden (quoth &s;he) knows but little &s;orrow,</L>
<L>Before that in wedlock band &s;he is tyed;</L>
<L>She has very little to buy or to borrow,</L>
<L>&amp; many times meets with a cro&s;s man be&s;ide:</L>
<L>Which is the wor&s;t grief a woman can have,</L>
<L>She'd better to be &s;et quick in her grave</L>
<L>Than to have a man that pevi&s;h &amp; fraward,</L>
<L>For men now a daies do prove &s;o untoward,</L>
<L>'Tis hard for a maiden in them to put tru&s;t.</L>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>THe&s;e words my deare&s;t that you have &s;poken</L>
<L>Pierces the tender &s;ick heart of mine,</L>
<L>Oh let true love by you known,</L>
<L>Though I am the bark, and you are the vine,</L>
<L>Altho I am poor and thou art rich,</L>
<L>Slight me not I thee be&s;eech:</L>
<L>No woman yet that ever was gained</L>
<L>Shall be more brave and better maintained:</L>
<L>What I &s;peak to thee I will perform.</L>
</LG>
</SP>
<LG>
<L>You &s;ay that marriage is a hard matter,</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that are &s;ingle live be&s;t at ea&s;e;</L>
<L>But with you I do &s;corn to cog or yet flatter,</L>
<L>I will &s;peak my mind then &s;ay what you plea&s;e:</L>
<L>She that is &s;ingle I know &s;he'd be wed,</L>
<L>For it is an honour to obtain marriage-bed</L>
<L>Therefore my deare&s;t do not abhor me,</L>
<L>Thy mother did yield to a man before thee,</L>
<L>Then why wilt thou not do as &s;he has done?</L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maid.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>What though my mother did make an adventure</L>
<L>It was a great hazard the which &s;he did run,</L>
<L>She had her fortune which God he had &s;ent her,</L>
<L>And he unto her prov'd a right hone&s;t man:</L>
<L>But &s;uch now a days are hard for to find,</L>
<L>Men can &s;o di&s;&s;emble and turn with the wind,</L>
<L>They'l &s;peak a maid fair and vow they love her:</L>
<L>So I'm re&s;olved a maiden to dye.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Some men now a days have &s;w&eacute;ethearts a dozen</L>
<L>And in the conclu&s;ion they'l marry with none,</L>
<L>They make it their trade poor Girls to cozen,</L>
<L>For ought I know you may be &s;uch a one:</L>
<L>Your tongue is &s;o tipt &amp; your words are &s;o fair</L>
<L>Your countenance plainly &s;hews what you are;</L>
<L>That you have been trading with girls t'th City</L>
<L>And wrong'd many maids, the more is the pitty,</L>
<L>If you be a Batchellor I am mi&s;ta'en.</L>
</LG>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>Oh! you'r mi&s;taken much in this matter,</L>
<L>The words you &s;peak I know you can't prove,</L>
<L>But with you I do &s;corn to cog or yet flatter,</L>
<L>Nor never did try if any could love,</L>
<L>But any but thee I vow and do &s;wear,</L>
<L>Then prithee be merry and ca&s;t a way care:</L>
<L>Be not &s;o fickle, but look on me bli&s;hly,</L>
<L>For I am a Lad that is lu&s;ty and lively.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I'le hug thee and ki&s;s thee ten times of a night</L>
<L>I'le promi&s;e no riches nor yet no great trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>But all that I have thou &s;halt it command,</L>
<L>Altho' I've but little my love's beyond mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Then prithee dear grant me thy heart &amp; hand:</L>
<L>Then why &s;hould we make any longer delay,</L>
<L>But unto the Church now let us away;</L>
<L>The Bridemen and maids they for us do carry,</L>
<L>Therefore my dear tell me when thou it marry,</L>
<L>if I go without thee I &s;urely &s;hall die.</L>
</LG>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>Maid.</SPEAKER>
<L>If that I thought you did not di&s;&s;emble</L>
<L>I quickly &s;hould yield to what you reque&s;t,</L>
<L>But mens tongues I &s;ee can run &s;o nimble,</L>
<L>It's hard to tru&s;t any I do prote&s;t:</L>
<L>They can &s;o cologue bath flatter and lie,</L>
<L>With fair pretences a maiden to try,</L>
<L>They'l ki&s;s them &amp; hug them until they've won um</L>
<L>And then they'l for&s;ake um when they've undone um</L>
<L>So 'tis good to be careful who they do tru&s;t</L>
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<SPEAKER>Man.</SPEAKER>
<LG>
<L>My faire&s;t and deare&s;t, if e're I for&s;ake thee,</L>
<L>I wi&s;h that nothing may ever thrive with me,</L>
<L>Come wealth or woe, no &s;orrow &s;hall make me,</L>
<L>Or cau&s;e me once to prove di&s;loyal to thee:</L>
<L>Then prithee look cheerful and take a &s;weet ki&s;s</L>
<L>In token of love, no harm is in this:</L>
<L>Let not fickle fortune no longer you hinder,</L>
<L>From a good motion to keep us a&s;under,</L>
<L>But let our hearts be joyned in one.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The maiden &s;he hearing what he had &s;poken,</L>
<L>She had no power to &s;ay him nay,</L>
<L>But gave him a ki&s;s in love as a token,</L>
<L>As he unto Church &s;hould take her away.</L>
<L>Where they was married I after did hear;</L>
<L>Now &s;he calls him honey, he calls her dear,</L>
<L>Tho' long, at la&s;t this Youngman did gain her,</L>
<L>Now in civil habit he bravely maintaines her,</L>
<L>Let this be a pattern for Lovers &s;o true.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed for VV Thackery, and T Pa&s;&s;inger.</HI></P>
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