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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="463" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 14 -->
<HEAD>True Love Rewarded with Cruelty.</HEAD>
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<P>Being a true Account of one <HI>Mary Story,</HI> a Maid, who once lived at <HI>Limehou&s;e,</HI> in the Country of <HI>Middle&s;ex</HI> that was in love with one who had promi&s;ed her Marriage, &s;o that the Wedding-day was appoin|ted, but he changd his mind, and for&s;ook her, whereupon &s;he greif and dyed about the latter end of <DATE><HI>July,</HI> 1683.</DATE></P>
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<OPENER>Tune of, <HI>Tender hearts of</HI> London <HI>City.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>YOu that ever in love delighted,</L>
<L>Pitty me that now am &s;lighted</L>
<L>by a young-man too unkind,</L>
<L>That did leave me, and deceive me,</L>
<L>which di&s;tracts both braine and mind.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I am &s;trangely di&s;contented,</L>
<L>Night and day I am tormented,</L>
<L>my heart is ready for to break;</L>
<L>But i'le give o're, and love no more,</L>
<L>for my deceitfull <HI>George's</HI> &s;ake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But why talk I of giving over?</L>
<L>That am now a dying lover,</L>
<L>langui&s;hing through his disdain;</L>
<L>And now with &s;mart I break my heart,</L>
<L>but he ne'r pitties this my pain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He to me did promi&s;e Marriage;</L>
<L>Oh! but mind this &s;trange mi&s;carriage,</L>
<L>his wavering mind began to change,</L>
<L>He pleaded debt, which made me fret,</L>
<L>this alteration was &s;o &s;trange.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But he &s;trove to &s;tand the tryall,</L>
<L>What would follow his denyall,</L>
<L>and to my &s;orrow now I know</L>
<L>That I mu&s;t die; mo&s;t dreadfully</L>
<L>Love wrought my fatal overthrow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That very dar I &s;hould be married,</L>
<L>Then, alas! I &s;o mi&s;carried,</L>
<L>he &s;aid that he ow'd twenty pound;</L>
<L>This cruel news did me amu&s;e,</L>
<L>and gave to me a mortal wound.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He &s;aid he'd not bring me to trouble</L>
<L>Then my &s;orrows they grew double,</L>
<L>but 'twas onely a pretence</L>
<L>Me to deceive, and &s;trangely leave,</L>
<L>as I have been informed &s;ince.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh that he &s;hould be &s;o cruel</L>
<L>To my flame to add a fuell</L>
<L>that a Maiden will de&s;troy!</L>
<L>No hope can &s;ave me from my Grave</L>
<L>&s;ince I have lo&s;t mine only joy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In him alone I was delighted,</L>
<L>Now my daies are all benighted,</L>
<L>all my comforts now are fled,</L>
<L>While I do mourn like one forlorn;</L>
<L>mind what I &s;ay on dying-bed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho there's nothing here can daunt thee,</L>
<L>Night and day i'le &s;urely haunt thee</L>
<L>where&s;orver thou do&s;t go;</L>
<L>You broke Loves laws, &amp; that's the cau&s;e</L>
<L>that has procured my overthrow.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>Your fal&s;e tongue was quick amd nimble,</L>
<L>With me you did &s;o di&s;&s;emble,</L>
<L>that you gain'd my tender heart,</L>
<L>Which now will break for your dear &s;ake,</L>
<L>that are the cau&s;e of all my &s;mart.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Call to mind your gro&s;s offences,</L>
<L>Broken vows, and Fal&s;e pretences,</L>
<L>which my ruine did procure;</L>
<L>My heart you won, and I'me undone,</L>
<L>cau&s;e you to me are &s;o obdure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Why &s;hould you be &s;o ungratefull,</L>
<L>When I proved not deceitfull?</L>
<L>but as con&s;tant as the Dove;</L>
<L>Why at this rate do you me hate,</L>
<L>and &s;light me thus for my true love?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh! remember all your wi&s;hes,</L>
<L>Treacherous vows, and fawning ki&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>that you once be&s;tow'd on me,</L>
<L>Me to in&s;nare; but have a care,</L>
<L>le&s;t my poor Gho&s;t does trouble thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In your ba&s;ene&s;s never glory,</L>
<L>Boa&s;t not o're poor <HI>Mary Story,</HI></L>
<L>time may come when you may rue</L>
<L>That you betray'd a harmle&s;s Maid,</L>
<L>who prov'd &s;o loyal unto you.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Though the&s;e lines may little move thee,</L>
<L>For thy faults I mu&s;t reprove thee</L>
<L>with my late&s;t murmuring breath;</L>
<L>I once again do here complain</L>
<L>that thou ha&s;t brought me to my death.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You that I do leave behind me,</L>
<L>I intreat you all to mind me,</L>
<L>my la&s;t &s;peeches ne'r forget,</L>
<L>This cruel man his Lover kills,</L>
<L>that he &s;o light by her doth &s;et.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;he did begin to &s;hiver,</L>
<L>All her joynts did &s;hake and quiver,</L>
<L>her Cherry-lips look'd wan and pale,</L>
<L>And cruel Death did &s;top her breath,</L>
<L>&s;o &s;trongly he did her a&s;&s;aile.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You that hear this mournfull ditty,</L>
<L>Cannot thu&s;e but greive, and pitty</L>
<L>this poor Creature, in di&s;tre&s;s,</L>
<L>For &s;he did find he was unkind;</L>
<L>&s;he died cau&s;e he was pittile&s;s.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Youngmen never prove di&s;loyal,</L>
<L>Put not Maidens to the tryal</L>
<L>when you come their loves to win,</L>
<L>Do not pretend to be a friend,</L>
<L>unle&s;s their ruined you'l begin.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> at the Golden Ball in <HI>We&s;t Smithfield.</HI></P>
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