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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B081117.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="264" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 11 -->
<HEAD>The Mad Mans Morrice.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Wherin you &s;hall finde</L>
<L>His trouble and grief, and di&s;content of his minde,</L>
<L>A warning to yong men to have a care,</L>
<L>How they in love intangled are.</L>
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<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant new Tune.</OPENER>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
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<LG>
<L>HEard you not lately of a man,</L>
<L>That went be&s;ide his wits,</L>
<L>And naked through the &s;tr&eacute;ets he ran,</L>
<L>Wrapt in his frantick fits?</L>
<L>My hone&s;t neighbours it is I,</L>
<L>Hark how the people flout me:</L>
<L>S&eacute;e where the mad man comes they cry,</L>
<L>With all the Boyes about me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Into a pond &s;tark nak'd I ran</L>
<L>And ca&s;t my clothes away Sir,</L>
<L>Without the help of any man</L>
<L>Made &s;hift to run away Sir,</L>
<L>How I got out, I have forgot,</L>
<L>I do not well remember,</L>
<L>Or whether it was cold or hot,</L>
<L>In Iune, or in December,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Tom Bedlam's</HI> but a Sage to me,</L>
<L>I &s;peak in &s;ober &s;adne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>For more &s;trange vi&s;ions do I &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Then he in all his madne&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>When fir&s;t this chance to me befell,</L>
<L>About the market walkt I,</L>
<L>With Capons feathers in my cap.</L>
<L>And to my &s;elf thus talkt I.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Did you not &s;&eacute;e my Love of late,</L>
<L>Like Titan in her glory?</L>
<L>Do you not know &s;he is my mate,</L>
<L>And I mu&s;t write her &s;tory,</L>
<L>With pen of gold on &s;ilver leafe,</L>
<L>I will &s;o much befriend her;</L>
<L>For-why, I am of this belief,</L>
<L>None can &s;o well commend her.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Saw you not Angels in her eys,</L>
<L>While that &s;he was a &s;peaking,</L>
<L>Smelt you not &s;mels like Paradi&s;e,</L>
<L>Betw&eacute;en two Rubies breaking?</L>
<L>Is not her hair more pure then gold,</L>
<L>Or fine&s;t Spiders &s;pinning:</L>
<L>Me thinks, in her I do behold,</L>
<L>My ioys and woes beginning.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is not a dimple in her ch&eacute;ek,</L>
<L>Each eye a &s;tar thats &s;tarting,</L>
<L>Is not all grace in&s;tall'd in her,</L>
<L>Each &s;tep all ioys imparting?</L>
<L>Me thinks I &s;ee her in a Cloud,</L>
<L>With graces round about her:</L>
<L>To them I cry and call alowd</L>
<L>I cannot live without her.</L>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="265" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 11 -->
<HEAD>The &s;econd part</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THen raging towards the Skie I rore,</L>
<L>Thinking to catch her hand,</L>
<L>O then to <HI>love</HI> I call and cry,</L>
<L>To let me by her &s;tand,</L>
<L>I look behind and there I &s;&eacute;e</L>
<L>My &s;hadow me beguile,</L>
<L>And wi&s;h &s;he were as n&eacute;er to m&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Which makes my wor&s;hip &s;mile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is not creature can compare</L>
<L>With my beloved <HI>Nancy.</HI></L>
<L>Thus I build ca&s;tles in the aire,</L>
<L>This is the fruits of fancy:</L>
<L>My thoughts mount high above the Skie,</L>
<L>Of none I &s;tand in aw,</L>
<L>Although my body here do lie</L>
<L>Vpon a pad of &s;traw.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I was as good a harmle&s;&s;e youth</L>
<L>Before ba&s;e <HI>Cupid</HI> caught me,</L>
<L>Or his own-mother with her charms</L>
<L>Into this cage had brought me,</L>
<L>Stript and whipt now mu&s;t I be</L>
<L>In Bedlam bound with chains:</L>
<L>Good people all, now you may &s;&eacute;e</L>
<L>What love hath for his pains.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I was yong as others are</L>
<L>With Gallants did I flouri&s;h,</L>
<L>O then was I the propere&s;t Lad</L>
<L>That was in all the Pari&s;h!</L>
<L>The bracelets which I u&s;'d to wears</L>
<L>About my arme &s;o tender</L>
<L>Are turned now to iron plates,</L>
<L>About my body &s;lender.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My &s;ilken Sutes do now decay,</L>
<L>My caps of gold are vani&s;ht,</L>
<L>And all my friends do wear away,</L>
<L>As I from them were bani&s;ht,</L>
<L>My &s;ilver cups are turn'd to earth,</L>
<L>I'm f&eacute;er'd by every Clown,</L>
<L>I was a better man by birth.</L>
<L>Till Fortune ca&s;t me down.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'm out of frame and temper too,</L>
<L>Though I am &s;omthing ch&eacute;erfull,</L>
<L>Oh this can love and fancy do,</L>
<L>If that you be not carefull!</L>
<L>O &s;et a watch before your eyes,</L>
<L>Le&s;t they betray your heart,</L>
<L>And make you &s;laves to vanities,</L>
<L>To act a mad mans part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Declare this to each mothers &s;onne,</L>
<L>Vnto each hone&s;t Lad,</L>
<L>Let them not do ea I have done,</L>
<L>Le&s;t they like me grow mad,</L>
<L>If <HI>Cupid</HI> &s;trike, be &s;ure of this,</L>
<L>Let rea&s;on rule affection,</L>
<L>So &s;halt thou never do ami&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>By rea&s;ons good direction.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I have no more to &s;ay to you,</L>
<L>My k&eacute;eper now doth chide me,</L>
<L>Now mu&s;t I bid you all adew,</L>
<L>God knows what will betide me,</L>
<L>To picking &s;traws now mu&s;t I go,</L>
<L>My time in Bedlam &s;pending,</L>
<L>Good folks you your beginning know</L>
<L>But do not know your ending.</L>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>Humfrey Crowch.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>LONDON, Printed for <HI>Richard Harper</HI> in Smithfield.</P>
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