The Unequal Match betwirt a Rich Duckworm of When Dads thus old, whose Blood is cold, For their neglect, they may expect Horns grafted on their Head. TO THE TUNE OF, All Trades (see note on p. 65). This may be printed, R[ichard] Pocock]. TH Here was a young Damsel, of late, was woo'd by a Dad very old; He had a right worthy Estate, besides store of Silver and Gold; His Service he proffer'd her then, yet he was as pale as a Ghost, He being full Fourscore and Ten, and she was but Nineteen at most. But ever when he drew nigh, the Damsel would straight reply, "I'le never have you, for what can you do? O fie upon Fumblers, fie!" The Doting Old Dad's Unequal Match. "Although I am wrinckled and lean, yet I will be loving to thee, O tell me now, will thou be mine? endeavour to love an Old Man!" He proffer'd her still to advance her, but thus with Discretion said she, 413 O what a hard Fortune have I!' though Marry'd, a Maiden must dye; The more is my grief, I see in relief. O fie upon Fumblers, fie!" Now, hearing the Damsel's intent, and finding he could not prevail, Away to her Mother he went, and told her a pittiful Tale: "Your Daughter she is in a rage, and all my kind proffers won't heed; Besides, she dispises my Age, which ought to be Honour'd indeed: For when to her I draw nigh, she makes this strange Reply, 'I'le never have you, for what can you do? O fie upon Fumblers, fie!'"' She straight for her Daughter did send, before the Old Man went away, In duty she straight did attend, to hear what her Mother would say: "My Daughter, you well understand, that he has good Treasure enuff, In Money, nay, Cattel, and Land, with abundance of good Household Stuff: Then, Daughter, tell me but why you will not freely comply?" Said she, "He is Old, his Blood it is cold. O fie upon Fumblers, fie!" Her Mother did hear her therefore, she straightway did call her aside, "You know he has Riches great store, and therefore you must be his Bride. And as for the pleasures of Youth, if he can't get Daughter or Son, Believe me, I'de have you, in truth, do e'ne as your Mother has done : For when my old Dad would deny, to yield me a daily supply, ་ I still had a Friend my Will to attend: For Fie upon Fumblers, fie! 14 21 28 35 42 49 56 The Damsel she gave her Consent, and they the next morning were Wed, In Bed he Grunting doth lye, which makes her often reply, ·I [still am] a Maid, and shall be,” she said, “O fie upon Fumblers, fie!” 63 Finis. Printed for P. Brooksby at the sign [of the] Golden Ball, near the Hospital Gate in West-Smithfield. [Black-letter. Mutilated. Centre cut is in Roxb. Coll., II. 148. Date, 1685-88.J The Despairing Youth's Grief. "Who knows what's fit for us? Had fate RESEMBLING -The Last Ride Together. ESEMBLING the sentiment thus expressed, in one of Robert Browning's most delightful Lyrics, is the thought with which Tom D'Urfey opened Lucia's song for The Banditti (first Act, 1686); the tune of which is named for the present ballad. Here is the original, sometimes given as "There is a dark and sullen hour" (music in Pills to Purge Melancholy, iv. 255, 1719 edition). In The Loyal Garland, 1686, and The Banditti, it begins "There is a black and sullen hour." There is on Fate decreed our Life should know; one black and sullen Hour, Else we should slight Almighty Pow'r, 'Tis passed, dear Cynthia! now let Frowns be gone, A long dark Penance I have done, For Crimes, alas! to me unknown. In each soft Hour of silent Night, Your Image in my Dreams appears; I grasp the Soul of my Delight, Slumber in Joy, but wake in Tears: Ah, faithless charming Saint! what will you do? Lov'd worse [, lov'd less] for being true. 7 14 This ends the original song, but it was afterwards lengthened for a broadside entitled "Beautie's Cruelty; or, The Passionate Lover: An excellent new Play-song, much in Request: to a new Play-House tune:" four copies of which are preserved, viz., Pepys Coli., III. 374; Douce, I. 75; Euing, No. 17, and our own. Licensed by R. P. (Richard Pocock). It has three woodcuts, viz., the man and woman in a park (given on p. 460); the woman with tree and sun (p. 409); and a man (p. 445) at beginning. Here are the additional verses, which complete the Black-letter broadside: Before, dear Cynthia, I beheld Thy charming Face, my heart was free, To any Beauty but to thee: Bright as the Sun that in the East doth rise, To yield the Conquest to your Eyes. 21 17 Another Ballad of " Beautie's Cruelty." One pleasing Smile, my charming Fair, That never, never can expire. No longer then thus Tyrannize, That will for ever you adore; Ah! charming Nymph, grant love for love again, Nor torture me by your disdain. Wh[at] is my Crime, dear Cinthia, that My Punishment is so severe ? Tell me, that I may expiate My Crime, by a repenting Tear; Forbear by cruelty to Torture me, Oh! Why, you Powers did [you] frame Her Heart so hard, and Face so fair? Her Face did first my heart inflame, Her Cruelty breeds my Despair: Make her more kind, ye Powers, then, I crave, Or send me to my wish'd for Grave. London: Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, I. Back, I. Blare. The unknown author of "The Despairing Youth's Grief" availed himself of excellent materials for securing attention and popularity. Nothing succeeded better among young people than these "Complaints," with agonizing diagnoses of the victims' maladies. They might be considered an annoyance if listened to in private life, and in prose. Telemachus finds no sympathy for such from his Mentor, Pallas Athenæ becoming a Tor-mentor. But in ballad-history all grows acceptable. The lady overhears the outcries, justifies her former reserve, begins to thaw, then melts entirely, proves kind instead of cruel; and the wedding bells ring merrily at the close. H me! if our heart e'er grow chilly, AB In the flight of long years, after youth: If we scoff at each stately white Lily, Or mock at Love's fervour and truth! While the young folks are happy, leave wise saws untold; Let them joy in the present, their own Age of Gold: Whom the Gods love are cheerful, and never grow old: Mavourneen, Mavourneen, ashtore. The original has "her." in 15th line, although "thee" is in the next line; also "thou" for "thee" in line 55. We combine half lines together; but all the lines here in italics are twice given (for the singer's repetition) in the broadside. [Roxburghe Collection, II. 124; Douce's, I. 63 verso.] The Despairing Youth's Grief Crowned with Jop and Happiness, Bp the return of his Dear Love. Forsaken Lovers thus complain, TO THE TUNE OF, [There is one] Black and Sullen hour. This may be Printed, R[ichard] P[ocock]. AD I never shall behold thee more, here am I left without Relief: But now thy company I miss; But now thy company I miss; Alas! what Grief and Torment's this! Alas! what Grief and Torment's this! 7 I must exclaim against you now, whose heart will not with pitty move; Could you so soon forget your Vow, and violate the Laws of Love? No creature e'er ador'd you more than I, Yet, yet, I here in sorrow lye, And all through your Inconstancy. 14 |