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<HEAD>AN <HI>An&s;wer to the Maiden's Tragedy:</HI> OR, The Lamentation of a Young Man, Near <HI>Wolverhampton,</HI> for the Death of a Young Maiden; which of late has been a great Grief and Trouble to him, for his Unkindne&s;s to her.</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To the Tune of,</HI> Ru&s;&s;el<HI>'s</HI> Farewel.</OPENER>
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<L>YOu Lovers all both far and near,</L>
<L>pray li&s;ten to my moan;</L>
<L>I wrong'd my Love, my only Dear,</L>
<L>the like was never known:</L>
<L>I prov'd indeed her fatal fall,</L>
<L>by my Di&s;loyalty,</L>
<L>For which I fear in time I &s;hall</L>
<L>a &s;ad Example be.</L>
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<L>Love thou art &s;leeping in the Grave,</L>
<L>and I am left behind;</L>
<L>No peace or comfort can I have,</L>
<L>but a tormented mind:</L>
<L>The Heart within my Brea&s;t does bleed,</L>
<L>no Plea&s;ure can I &s;ee;</L>
<L>E'er thou had&s;t done that bloody Deed,</L>
<L>would I had dy'd for thee.</L>
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<LG>
<L>What Prote&s;tations did I make,</L>
<L>that I did thee adore?</L>
<L>Yet did at la&s;t my Love for&s;ake,</L>
<L>and this torments me &s;oret</L>
<L>Sad Torments do I under go,</L>
<L>for my Di&s;loyalty,</L>
<L>The Eyes of mine like Fountains flow,</L>
<L>would I had dy'd for thee.</L>
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<L>The Golden Chain of Love I broke,</L>
<L>and did my promi&s;e &s;lig<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">t,</L>
<L>So that at length a fatal &s;treak,</L>
<L>did prove thy ruin quite:</L>
<L>When at the point of &s;ad di'pair,</L>
<L>thou wrought'&s;t this Tragedy;</L>
<L>My Soul is &s;til'd with grief and care,</L>
<L>would I had dy'd for thee.</L>
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<L>After a tedious long delay,</L>
<L>we did together meet,</L>
<L>And pitch'd upon our Wedding-day,</L>
<L>our bl<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;ings to compleat:</L>
<L>She waited long yet all in vain,</L>
<L>then with a &s;igh &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>True Love is a tormenting Pain,</L>
<L>no Man &s;o fal&s;e as he.</L>
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<L>I &s;eemed unconcerned then.</L>
<L>t<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">o' I her Heart betray'd;</L>
<L>And never came a near her when,</L>
<L>this Pitti<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">us Moan &s;he mad<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">:</L>
<L>But now my Deare&s;t thou art dead,</L>
<L>and I no comfort &s;ee,</L>
<L>All Joy and Peace is from me &s;led,</L>
<L>would I had dy'd for thee.</L>
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<L>I with the World could freely part,</L>
<L>to be relea&s;<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">d from thrall;</L>
<L>Now I alone do feel the &s;mart,</L>
<L>for thou art pa&s;t it all:</L>
<L>While I in Storms of Grief and Woe,</L>
<L>feel Endle&s;s Mi&s;ery</L>
<L>This Grief I cannot under go,</L>
<L>would I had dy'd for thee.</L>
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<L>When e'er I wander all alone,</L>
<L>methinks her voice I hear,</L>
<L>And &s;ometimes with a dying groan,</L>
<L>which kills my Heart with fear:</L>
<L>Then do I &s;tart and turn away,</L>
<L>as frighted wofully,</L>
<L>And in that p<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;&s;ion &s;ighing &s;ay,</L>
<L>would I had dy'd for thee.</L>
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<L>When I her bleeding Gho&s;t behold,</L>
<L>wrapt in a Winding-&s;heet;</L>
<L>And on her Head a Crown of Gold,</L>
<L>with voice exceeding &s;weet:</L>
<L>Dear <HI>Thomas, Thomas</HI> mo&s;t unkind,</L>
<L>why do you &s;tay? &s;aid &s;he,</L>
<L>Why do you tarry thus behind?</L>
<L>make ha&s;t and follow me.</L>
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<L>Thus am I in di&s;traction hurl'd,</L>
<L>deny'd of quiet re&s;t;</L>
<L>And though I live it from the World,</L>
<L>my very Soul's oppre&s;t:</L>
<L>I'd fain &s;urrender up my Breath,</L>
<L>to give me ca&s;e, &s;aid he,</L>
<L>For Life is wor&s;e to me than Death,</L>
<L>would I had dy'd for thee.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> P. Brooskby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, <HI>and</HI> J. Back.</P>
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