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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<VID>181920</VID>
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<HEAD>Loves Overthrow; OR, A full and true account of a young Maid that lived in <HI>Exeter</HI>-Exchange-Court, in the <HI>Strand,</HI> who being deeply in Love with a young Ser|ving-man, who&s;e care was &s;o great, that he would not marry till he was in a good Con|dition to maintain a Wife; which re&s;olution of his bred jealou&s;ie in her; whereup|on in reality of his Love, he pre&s;ented her with a Ring, but &s;he afterwads di&s;pairing of his Con&s;tancy, di&s;dainfully returned him the Ring again, and within a&s;hort time af|ter poy&s;oned her &s;elf; And now &s;he lies buried near the <HI>May-Pole</HI> in the <HI>Strand,</HI> with a Stake drove through her body; Being there Bruied the Thirteenth day of <HI>May</HI> la&s;t.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Bateman.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>ALL you that know what 'tis to love,</L>
<L>come mourn a while with me,</L>
<L>For unto you I will declare,</L>
<L>a mournful Tragedy:</L>
<L>A fair and comely Dom&s;el did</L>
<L>live lately in the <HI>Strand,</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e fancy taught her to obey,</L>
<L>loves power and &s;trict command.</L>
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<LG>
<L>So that &s;he deeply fell in Love</L>
<L>with a young Serving-man,</L>
<L>Who Loyal unto her did prove,</L>
<L>yet here her woe began:</L>
<L>Each others Love they did imbrace,</L>
<L>and joyntly did agree,</L>
<L>hat in a very little &s;pace,</L>
<L>they both &s;hould Marry'd be.</L>
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<L>The Young-man he was full of care,</L>
<L>and fearful to ingage</L>
<L>Him&s;elf in Wedlock, which did put</L>
<L>this Maid into a rage:</L>
<L>She loved him exceeding well,</L>
<L>and &s;o he loved too,</L>
<L>But 'cau&s;e he made a &s;mall demur,</L>
<L>&s;he knew not what to do.</L>
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<L>He did intend all &s;hould do well,</L>
<L>e're he would Marry'd be,</L>
<L>And never take a Wife to bring,</L>
<L>her into mi&s;ery:</L>
<L>So for this cau&s;e he did delay,</L>
<L>and Marriage did prolong,</L>
<L>Till &s;he from rea&s;on went a&s;tray,</L>
<L>now mind my mournful Song.</L>
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<L>She did mi&s;take his good intent,</L>
<L>poor &s;illy harmle&s;s Maid,</L>
<L>And cry'd, &s;he knew not what he meant,</L>
<L>of him &s;he was afraid:</L>
<L>Quoth &s;he, if he &s;hould prove unkind,</L>
<L>what would become of me?</L>
<L>He fickle is I now do find,</L>
<L>and deals deceitfully.</L>
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<LG>
<L>If Fortune will not be my friend,</L>
<L>and teach him to be kind,</L>
<L>My life will quickly have an end,</L>
<L>my death draws near I find:</L>
<L>This di&s;contented did &s;he live,</L>
<L>and could not quiet be,</L>
<L>For nothing could her pains remove,</L>
<L>hatch'd up by Iealou&s;ie.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Her fears did every day increa&s;e,</L>
<L>lea&s;t he &s;hould faithle&s;s be,</L>
<L>Her panting heart could find no ea&s;e,</L>
<L>a mournful Soul was &s;he:</L>
<L>At la&s;t &s;he fell into di&s;pair,</L>
<L>and Satan prompt her on,</L>
<L>To draw her Soul into a &s;nare,</L>
<L>and thus her woe begun.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In hourly Torments &s;till was &s;he,</L>
<L>and could not be content,</L>
<L>But for to &s;et her troubles free,</L>
<L>this way to work &s;he went:</L>
<L>To <HI>Holbourn</HI> &s;he one day did go,</L>
<L>and pas&s;ion was her guide;</L>
<L>Which did procure her overthrow,</L>
<L>and made her go a&s;ide.</L>
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<L>Then with a Cup of Poy&s;on &s;trong&punc;</L>
<L>&s;he ends her mournful Life,</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e &s;he before her time did long,</L>
<L>to be a married Wife:</L>
<L>After this Poy&s;on &s;he had took,</L>
<L>a week &s;he lay in pain,</L>
<L>Thinking her Love had her for&s;ook,</L>
<L>which made her to complain.</L>
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<L>And now &s;he Buried is likewi&s;e,</L>
<L>near the <HI>May-pole</HI> in the <HI>Strand,</HI></L>
<L>A Stake is through her body drove,</L>
<L>as we do under&s;tand:</L>
<L>Then Maidens all be &s;ure take heed,</L>
<L>in Love you ne'r di&s;pair,</L>
<L>Since Iealou&s;ie caus'd this cruel deed,</L>
<L>true Lovers all beware.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Golden Ball, in We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</P>
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