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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="440" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 19 -->
<HEAD>The Young-mans Wish, OR,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><L>Behold his mind fulfil'd, whom Love had almo&s;t kil'd,</L>
<L>VVith joy reviv'd againe, as heere appeareth plaine:</L>
<L>The like to this, ('twixt <HI>Man</HI> and <HI>Wife</HI>)</L>
<L>I never heard yet, in all my Life.</L></HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of, <HI>I am in Love, and cannot tell with whom.</HI></OPENER>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>VVHat &s;trange affections have my thoughts po&s;&s;e&s;t,</L>
<L>that nothing will nor can my mind content?</L>
<L>Or why &s;hould love my inward parts mole&s;t,</L>
<L>or time away in patience thus be &s;pent?</L>
<L>The cau&s;e Ile &s;hew, but oh my heart will breake;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>I am in love, but know not how to &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Humors and my Fancies all are cro&s;t,</L>
<L>my minde &s;o much di&s;turb'd I cannot &s;leepe;</L>
<L>By day my wits like tennis Balls are to&s;t,</L>
<L>and every hower in dolefull dumps mo&s;t d&eacute;epe:</L>
<L>I am ca&s;t downe, all plea&s;ures I for&s;ake,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>The rea&s;on is, I love and cannot &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sometimes my Mu&s;e a&s;cendeth up on high,</L>
<L>and climes Parna&s;&s;us hils for learnings lore;</L>
<L>As &s;oone againe it in the d&eacute;epe doth lie,</L>
<L>now high, then low; now rich, and &s;traightway poore:</L>
<L>Now laugh &amp; &s;mile, yet &s;traight my heart will breake;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>For &s;till I love and know not how to &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I wander up and downe, and yet &s;tand &s;till;</L>
<L>I walke abroad, and yet lie &s;ick in bed:</L>
<L>I live at libertie, and yet my will</L>
<L>is into de&s;olation captive led:</L>
<L>My health I have, yet life doth me for&s;ake,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Though &s;till I love, I know not how to &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I f&eacute;ede, I fea&s;t, I fare on dainty dyet;</L>
<L>I drinke the fre&s;he&s;t wine, yet &s;till am dry:</L>
<L>I take my re&s;t, and yet can have no quiet;</L>
<L>I &s;tand in water, yet in flames I frye:</L>
<L>I &s;ulphur greatly, yet with cold I &s;hake:</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>I love in heart, and yet I dare not &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I weare good clothes, and yet I naked goe,</L>
<L>with decent ge&s;ture &s;&eacute;emely to behold;</L>
<L>I am adorn'd from top unto the toe;</L>
<L>And yet my &s;hape is loth&s;ome double fold:</L>
<L>I have my wits, and yet I doe mi&s;take,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>'Tis all becau&s;e I love, and cannot &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I heare, I &s;&eacute;e, I &s;mell, I ta&s;te, I touch,</L>
<L>and yet am &s;enceles growne in every thing;</L>
<L>Great want I f&eacute;ele, yet have (me thinks) too much,</L>
<L>each ounce of mirth, a pound of griefe doth bring:</L>
<L>I am inforc'd thus to the world to breake</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>My minde; but to my Love I cannot &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I live in peace, yet hold an inward &s;trife,</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> that villaine wounded &s;o my heart;</L>
<L>I &s;ingle am, yet faine would have a Wife,</L>
<L>to ea&s;e me of my dolour, griefe and &s;mart:</L>
<L>But &s;he with whom I gladly would partake,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Makes me aba&s;h'd, I know not how to &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="441" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 19 -->
<HEAD>The &s;econd Part.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>O That &s;ome Oratour would be &s;o kinde,</L>
<L>to plead my cau&s;e, and certifie my love;</L>
<L>My pa&s;&s;ions and di&s;turbances of minde.</L>
<L>to try if &s;he will prove my Turtle Dove:</L>
<L>What almes or an&s;wer &s;he to me would make,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>For oh alas, I love, but cannot &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ince no meanes or way I can invent,</L>
<L>to bring her tidings of my hearts de&s;ire;</L>
<L>My time in Wi&s;hes &s;hall be wholly &s;pent,</L>
<L>and <HI>Phoenix</HI>-like Ile wa&s;t my &s;elfe in fire:</L>
<L>For while I live Ile &s;orrow for her &s;ake,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>Becau&s;e I want both Art and heart to &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O that I were &s;ome curious King of Gold,</L>
<L>to weare upon her finger for delight;</L>
<L>That by &s;ome Merchant &s;o I might be &s;old</L>
<L>for her owne u&s;e and &s;ervice day and night:</L>
<L>Or would I were a bond-&s;lave for her &s;ake;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>That feare might force, or Love me cau&s;e to &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Could I but crave to light her to her bed,</L>
<L>it &s;urely would revive my drooping heart;</L>
<L>Or lay &s;oft pillowes underneath her head;</L>
<L>till dalliance long had made us loth to part:</L>
<L>So finding &s;cope, my wi&s;hed mind I'd breake,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>By &s;ignes, to heare, or touch, if not to &s;peake.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But O my heart, my wi&s;hes are in vaine,</L>
<L>no hopes have I for this which here I crave;</L>
<L>Nor know I any way her love to gaine;</L>
<L>O would the Fates had dig'd my timeles grave:</L>
<L>Where I might re&s;t &s;ecurely in my Tombe,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>And not be found untill the day of doome.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His Love (at la&s;t) who from a window high</L>
<L>had heard the griefes and &s;orrowes he indur'd;</L>
<L>Thus comforts him with words immediately,</L>
<L>thy love-&s;icke heart (&s;aid &s;he) &s;hall &s;oone be cur'd:</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt no longer cau&s;e have to complaine;</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>If thou lov'&s;t me, Ile quit thy love againe.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou wi&s;hed&s;t but my company a time;</L>
<L>now here's my hands for ever and for aye,</L>
<L>In weale or woe I will be wholly thine,</L>
<L>my heart, my hand, my life &s;hall th&eacute;e obay:</L>
<L>So, la&s;tly; thus their loves were truely tride,</L>
<LG TYPE="refrain">
<L><HI>He was her Bridegroome, &s;he his lovely Bride.</HI></L>
</LG>
</LG>
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<CLOSER><SIGNED>L. P.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Imprinted at London for <HI>Iohn Wright,</HI> the younger, and are to be &s;old at his Shop at the upper end of the <HI>Old-Bayley.</HI></P>
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