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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>A Looking Gla&s;&s;e for Maids. OR, The Downfall of two de&s;perate Lovers.</HEAD>
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<P><HI>Hinry Hartlove</HI> and <HI>William Martin,</HI> both lately living in the <HI>I&s;le of Wight,</HI> who for the love of <HI>Anne Scabborow,</HI> a beatifull Virgin, &s;he having fir&s;t made her &s;elf &s;ure to one of them, &amp; afterwards &s;el offto the other, chaleng'd the field, where after a cruel fight they were both mortally wounded, and were found dead upon the place by the afore men|tioned Maiden, who be&s;towed many tears upon their bodies, buried them both in one Grave.</P>
<LG>
<L>And now &s;he lies in grief and &s;ad di&s;tre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing all Lovers true, more happine&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
</ARGUMENT>
<OPENER>The tune is, Aim not too high,</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>VNhappy I, who in this prime of youth,</L>
<L>Vnkind to him with whom I broak my truth;</L>
<L>Mark well my words you that are Maids &amp; Wives,</L>
<L>I was the cau&s;e that two Men lo&s;t their lives.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I'th I&s;le of <HI>Wight, Anne Scarborow</HI> was my name</L>
<L>There did I live in credit wealth and fame,</L>
<L>My Parents rich, I nothing then did lack,</L>
<L>But grace and truth, the which did go to wrack.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A gentle man a Suter to me came,</L>
<L>With whom I might have liv'd a gallant Dame,</L>
<L>But wantonne&s;s and pride did &s;eize my heart,</L>
<L>Was &s;ure to him, and yet from him did part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He broak a piece of Gold, and gave it me,</L>
<L>Then did I &s;&eacute;emingly to him agr&eacute;e:</L>
<L>But Oh my heart was never rightly plac't,</L>
<L>Another Man I afterwards imbrac't.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which when he knew he fell into di&s;pare,</L>
<L>He beat his bre&s;t and toro his curled haire:</L>
<L>O who would tru&s;t a woman, then &s;aid he,</L>
<L>That &s;eldome are what they do &s;&eacute;eme to be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now do I and, that all a man can do,</L>
<L>His be&s;t indeavours make not women true,</L>
<L>Yet he that now hath intre&s;t in your heart,</L>
<L>Shall buy you dearely, &s;ore that we do part.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then came the other, whom I lov'd &s;o well,</L>
<L>But now behold a heavy chance befell;</L>
<L>When my fir&s;t Love his Rivall had beheld,</L>
<L>He ca&s;t his Glove and challeng'd him the Field.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To an&s;wer him the other thought it fit,</L>
<L>He &s;aid he nere was known a Coward yet;</L>
<L>He for my favour then &s;o much did &s;trive,</L>
<L>He &s;aid he'd fight with any man alive.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Next morning then the&s;e Gentlemen did m&eacute;et,</L>
<L>And manfully each other they did gr&eacute;et,</L>
<L>Each other wounded in mo&s;t piteous &s;ort,</L>
<L>Ere any man unto them did re&s;ort.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t they made a &s;trong and de&s;perat clo&s;e,</L>
<L>Both fell to ground and never after ro&s;e:</L>
<L>Cur&s;t be y^e place where the&s;e brave men did fall,</L>
<L>And cur&s;t be I, that was the cau&s;e of all.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune,</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>When word was brought to them I quickly went</L>
<L>But e'r I came their lives alas was &s;pent,</L>
<L>Then did I tare the hair from off my head,</L>
<L>And wi&s;ht a thou&s;and times that I were dead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When I came there the&s;e Gallants then I found,</L>
<L>Both of them livele&s;&s;e bl&eacute;eding on the ground,</L>
<L>My Con&s;cience told me I was cau&s;e of this,</L>
<L>Sw&eacute;et Ie&s;us now forgive me my ami&s;&s;e.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I buried them and laid them in one grave,</L>
<L>God grant their &s;ouls a re&s;ting place may have,</L>
<L>More re&s;t then I who&s;e re&s;tle&s;&s;e con&s;cience now,</L>
<L>Accu&s;es me for breaking of my Vow.</L>
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<LG>
<L>If I walk n&eacute;er the place where now they lye,</L>
<L>It troubleth my mind exc&eacute;edingly.</L>
<L>If to the place where then did fight I go,</L>
<L>It fills my guilty con&s;cience full of wo.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If I to bed do go I cannot &s;l&eacute;ep,</L>
<L>And if I do my dreams do make me w&eacute;ep,</L>
<L>Me thinks I &s;ee them <HI>bl&eacute;eding</HI> in my &s;ight,</L>
<L>By thoughts by day and eke by dreams by night.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My rich Apparrell I have laid a&s;ide.</L>
<L>My Cloth of gold and other things of pride</L>
<L>In &s;avie will I mourn while I have breath,</L>
<L>And every day expect and look for death,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A dead mans Scull my &s;ilver cup &s;hall be,</L>
<L>I'n which Ile drink too good a cup for me,</L>
<L>In&s;tead of meat on Roots and hearbs Ile &s;&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>To put me full in mind of &s;oul d&eacute;ed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You woo<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">y Nimphs that welcome in the Spring,</L>
<L>Come hear a di&s;contented Virgin &s;ing</L>
<L>O that I might my time now with you &s;pend,</L>
<L>In &s;ilent Groves untill my life doth end.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Maids likewi&s;e in Country and in City,</L>
<L>That now have heard my di&s;contented Day,</L>
<L>Be con&s;tant ever True to one alone.</L>
<L>For if that you prove fal&s;e it will be known</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If you will know where &s;orrow doth abide,</L>
<L>Repair to me no other place be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Grief and De&s;pair doth dayly now attend me,</L>
<L>And there is nought but death that can befriend me</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This di&s;contented Dam&s;ell now &s;he k&eacute;eps</L>
<L>Her chamber where &s;he dayly &s;its and <HI>w&eacute;eps</HI></L>
<L>And &s;uffers none to come to her tis &s;aid</L>
<L>But onely one and that's her Fathers Maid.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The meat and drink her Father to her &s;ends,</L>
<L>She &s;ends the poor the which &s;he calls her friends,</L>
<L>She feeds on Roots and hearbs and &s;uch like things</L>
<L>Sometimes on bread which &s;he counts food for Kings</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>S&eacute;e here the fruits of wantone&s;&s;e pride,</L>
<L>O let us pray y^t God may be our guide:</L>
<L>There's few of us that have our times ill &s;pent.</L>
<L>So well brought up, that doth &s;o well repent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You Dam&s;els all now have a &s;peciall care,</L>
<L>Forget not her that did the&s;e things declare:</L>
<L>Be to your Sw&eacute;et-hearts ever ju&s;t and true,</L>
<L>And &s;o fair Maids &s;he bids you all adieu.</L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for Tho, Vere at the &s;ign of the Angel without Newgate,</P>
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