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Now woe unto the World,

And all that therein dwell,
O that I were with thee in Heaven,

For here I live in Hell.

And now this Lover lives

A discontented Life,
Whose Bride was brought unto the Grave

A Maiden and a Wife.

A Garland fresh and fair

Of Lillies there was made, In sign of her Virginity,

And on her Coffin laid.

Six Maidens, all in white,

Did bear her to the Ground; The Bells did ring in folemn sort,

And made a doleful Sound.

In Earth they laid her then,

For hungry Worms a Prey ; So shall the faireft Face alive,

At length be brought to Clay.

XXXIII. The

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XXXIII. The unfortunate Love of a

Lancashire Gentleman, and the hard Fortune of a

fair

young Bride.

To the Tune of, Come follow my Love, &c.

L

OOK you faithful Lovers,

On my unhappy State, See my Tears distilling,

But poured out too late: And buy no foolish Fancy, At too dear a Rate;

Alack for my Love I shall dye.

My Father is a Gentleman,

Well known of high Degree,
And tender of my Welfare

Evermore was he;
He fought for Reputation,
But all the worse for me,

Alack, &c.

There was a proper Maiden

Of Favour sweet and fair,
To whom in deep Affection

I closely did repair,
In Heart I dearly lov'd her,
Lo, thus began my Care;

Alack, &c.

For

For Nature had adorn'd her

With Qualities divine, Prudent in her Actions,

And in Behaviour fine, Upon a sweeter Creature The Sun did never shine ;

Alack, &c.

Nothing wanting in her,

But this the Grief of all,
Of Birth she was but lowly,

Of Substance very small,
A simple hired Servant,
And subject to each Call.

Alack, &c.

Yet she was my Pleasure,

My Joy and Hearts delight,
More rich than any Treasure,

More Precious in my Sight;
At length to one another
Our Promise we did plight;

Alack, &c.

And thus unto my Father

The thing I did reveal, Defiring of his Favour,

Nothing I did conceal, But he my dear Affection Regarded ne'er a deal;

Alack, &c.

Quoth he, Thou graceless Fellow,

Thou art my only Heir;
And for thy own Preferment

Hath thou no better Care?
To marry with a Beggar
That is both poor and bare;

Alack, &c.

I charge

I charge thee on my Blessing,

That you her Sight refrain,
And that into her Company

You never come again :
That you should be so marryed,
I take it in Disdain.

Alack, &c.

Are there so many Gentlemen

Of worshipful Degree,
That have most honest Daughters

Of Beauty fair and free,
And can none but a Beggar's Brat
Content and pleasure thee?

Alack, &c.

By God, that did all things create,

This Vow to thee I make, If thou do not this Beggar

Refuse and quite forsake, From thee thy due Inheritance I wholly mean to take ;

Alack, &c.

These his bitter Speeches

Did sore torment my Mind,
Knowing well how greatly

He was to Wealth inclin'd,
My Heart was slain with Sorrow,
No comfort I could find;

Alack, &c.
Then did I write a Letter,

And sent it to my Dear,
Wherein my first Affection

All changed did appear ; Which from her fair Eyes forced The pearled Water clear ;

Alack, &c.

For

For Grief unto the Messenger

One Word she could not speak Those doleful heavy Tidings

Her gentle Heart did break; Yet sought not by her Speeches, On me her Heart to wreak;

Alack, &c.

This Deed within my Conscience

Tormented me full sore, To think upon the Promise

I made her long before, And for the true Performance How I most deeply swore;

Alack, &c.

I could not be in quiet

Till I to her did go,
Who for my fake remained

In Sorrow, Grief and Woe,
And unto her in secret
My full Intent to show;

Alack, &c.

My Sight rejoyced greatly

Her sad perplexed Heart,
From both our Eyes on sudden

The trickling Tears did start,
And in each other's Bosom
.We breathed forth our Smart ;

Alack, &c.

Unknown unto my Father,

Or any Friend beside,
Our Selves we closely married,

She was my only Bride,
Yet fill within her Service
I caus'd her to abide ;

Alack, &c.

But

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