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<HEAD>The woful Complaint and Lamentable Death of a For&s;aken Lover.</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To plea&s;ant New</HI> Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>DOwn by a Forre&s;t as I did pa&s;s,</L>
<L>To &s;ee a<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="1 letter">road what &s;ports there was,</L>
<L>Walking by a plea&s;ent Spring</L>
<L>The Birds in &s;undry notes did &s;ing.</L>
<L>Long time I wandered here and there,</L>
<L>To &s;ee what &s;ports in Forre&s;t were,</L>
<L>At length I heard one make great moan,</L>
<L>Saying from me all joys are gone.</L>
<L>I gave good heed unto the &s;ame,</L>
<L>Mu&s;ing from whence this Eccho came,</L>
<L>And by no means I could devi&s;e,</L>
<L>From whence this &s;orrowful &s;ound did ri&s;e.</L>
<L>But in that place I did remain,</L>
<L>Vntil I heard it once again,</L>
<L>Where pre&s;ently I heard one &s;ay.</L>
<L>O death come take my life away,</L>
<L>I looked down on my right hand,</L>
<L>A &s;ort of plea&s;ant Trees did &s;tand,</L>
<L>And under them I did behold,</L>
<L>A plea&s;ant place, with Shaddows cold.</L>
<L>A &s;umtuous Seat was in the &s;ame;</L>
<L>Mu&s;ing from whence this Eccho come:</L>
<L>Then in this place I did perceive</L>
<L>A Gentleman mo&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="damage" EXTENT="2 letters">ne and brave.</L>
<L>And from that place he did come down,</L>
<L>Ca&s;ting from him his Morning Gown,</L>
<L>Walking up and down that place,</L>
<L>Methought a proper Man he was.</L>
<L>Thus to him&s;elf he did lament,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing to God his days were &s;pent;</L>
<L>His torments did increa&s;e &s;o &s;ore,</L>
<L>His heart was able to hear no more.</L>
<L>I &s;tept into a hollow Tree,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I would hi&s; pa&s;&s;ion &s;ee:</L>
<L>With folded arms, looking to'th' Skies,</L>
<L>The tears, alas, &s;tood in his eyes.</L>
<L>And carle&s;s of his life he &s;eem'd,</L>
<L>Pitty he was no more e&s;teem'd,</L>
<L>Then down he lay upon the ground,</L>
<L>No ca&s;e of &s;orrow could be found.</L>
<L>thus he lamented in woful ca&s;e,</L>
<L>Seven long years, within few days;</L>
<L>Saying while I live, I mu&s;t remain,</L>
<L>And find no help to ea&s;e my pain.</L>
<L>For &s;he that &s;hould my griefs remove,</L>
<L>She doth disdain to be my love;</L>
<L>And hath done &s;o, &s;ince &s;he did hear&punc;</L>
<L>That I to her good will did bear.</L>
<L>Ye Gods above come ea&s;e my pain,</L>
<L>Sith heavy grief doth it con&s;train,</L>
<L>For while my Corps remain on earth,</L>
<L>She'll <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="indecipherable" EXTENT="1 span"> the cau&s;es of my death.</L>
<L>And every Tree that here doth &s;tand,</L>
<L>Shall be ingraven with my hand,</L>
<L>That they long time may Witne&s;s bear,</L>
<L>Love was the cau&s;e that I dy'd here.</L>
<L>Nature to her did &s;o much right,</L>
<L>And in as many Vertues dight,</L>
<L>Scorning to take the help of art</L>
<L>As ever did embrace a heart,</L>
<L>Being &s;o good, &s;o truly cry'd</L>
<L>O &s;ome for le&s;s were Deify'd;</L>
<L>Full of pitty as &s;he may be,</L>
<L>And yet perhaps not &s;o to me.</L>
<L>When fir&s;t I &s;aw her plea&s;ant face,</L>
<L>Methought a plea&s;ant &s;ight it was;</L>
<L>Her beauty took my wits away,</L>
<L>I knew not how one word to &s;ay,</L>
<L>A Gentleman took her to Dance,</L>
<L>She gallantly her &s;elf did prance&punc;</L>
<L>And kept her &s;tepts all in one time,</L>
<L>Which made me wi&s;h &s;he had been mine.</L>
<L>But when I thought &s;he'd been mine own,</L>
<L>Then was &s;he furthe&s;t from me flown;</L>
<L>She gave no ear unto my cry.</L>
<L>Which makes me here in &s;orrow dye.</L>
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<L>F<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="2 letters"> <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 span">d </L>
<L>Which to my pain I often find,</L>
<L>Of all hopes I am beguil'd,</L>
<L>Which makes me walk the woods &s;o wild.</L>
<L>To &s;ilent Trees I made my moan,</L>
<L>Tho birds and bea&s;ts did hear me groan;</L>
<L>Yet &s;he that could my &s;orrows remove,</L>
<L>Di&s;loyal wretch to me did prove,</L>
<L>My love to her was con&s;tant pure,</L>
<L>And to my end &s;hall &s;o endure:</L>
<L>And Iove to her I hope will &s;end</L>
<L>A grie<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">ed mind before her end.</L>
<L>I have for&s;aken friends and Kin.</L>
<L>My days to end the&s;e VVoods within,</L>
<L>My plea&s;ures pa&s;t I now for&s;ake,</L>
<L>And of the world my leave I take.</L>
<L>Bear witne&s;s Heaven of my grief,</L>
<L>To ea&s;e my heart, &s;end &s;ome relief;</L>
<L>Fair maids unto your Loves be true,</L>
<L>If the fir&s;t be good, change not for a new.</L>
<L>O young men oft be warn'd by me,</L>
<L>Gaze not too much on womans beauty;</L>
<L>Le&s;t that you be &s;o fettered fa&s;t,</L>
<L>You cannot be relea&s;t at la&s;t.</L>
<L>Some womens wiles are too much known,</L>
<L>In love once changing &s;tick to none;</L>
<L>They &s;wear they love you with their heart,</L>
<L>VVhen tongue and mind are both a part.</L>
<L>My love to her I did reveal,</L>
<L>And nothing from her did conceal;</L>
<L>Though at fir&s;t &s;he &s;eemed coy,</L>
<L>She &s;aid I was her only joy.</L>
<L>And none but I her love &s;hould have,</L>
<L>VVhat need I any more to crave?</L>
<L>But Hoggard like, &s;he me abus'd,</L>
<L>Another taken and I refu&s;'d</L>
<L>VVhen he'd bewail'd his &s;orrows long,</L>
<L>He took his Lute that by him hung;</L>
<L>And on the <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="2 words"> <GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">weetly play'd,</L>
<L>While there upon the&s;e words he &s;aid:</L>
<L>O Death when will that have come,</L>
<L>That I have waited for &s;o long?</L>
<L>For while I live, I langui&s;h &s;till,</L>
<L>Finding no help to ea&s;e my ill.</L>
<L>Then quite he flung his Lute away,</L>
<L>And took his Sword that by him lay.</L>
<L>Says oft ha&s;t thou b&eacute;en thy ma&s;ters friend.</L>
<L>And now thou mu&s;t his torment end,</L>
<L>He gave true Sentence in that place,</L>
<L>To end his life in woful ea&s;e;</L>
<L>The Hilt he &s;truck into the ground,</L>
<L>And gave him&s;elf a deadly wound.</L>
<L>Then unto him I ran amain,</L>
<L>But O alas it was in vain:</L>
<L>For long before to him I came,</L>
<L>His Death he had upon the &s;ame.</L>
<L>I found his Grave was ready made,</L>
<L>Wherein I thought he &s;hould be laid:</L>
<L>And in that place I laid him down,</L>
<L>And over &s;pread his Morning Gown,</L>
<L>Over his Grave his &s;word I laid,</L>
<L>Whereby his death he had receiv'd,</L>
<L>Vpon his Lute a Peal I rung,</L>
<L>And by the place his Lute I hung,</L>
<L>Then I beheld on every Tree</L>
<L>Her name that was his only joy:</L>
<L>Which long before his face did &s;tand,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e &s;he got the upper hand.</L>
<L>This Maiden that did all this wrong,</L>
<L>To live a Maid thought it o're long?</L>
<L>But married was to &s;uch a one,</L>
<L>As dayly made her &s;igh and groan.</L>
<L>Her coyne&s;s to her <UNCLEAR>former</UNCLEAR> love,</L>
<L>Di&s;loyal now doth truly prove;</L>
<L>Take heed fair Maidens for you &s;ee,</L>
<L>Wrongs always will revenged he.</L>
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