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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The dying tears of a true Lover for&s;aken,</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Made on his Death-bed; the hour before his Death.</HEAD>
<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>Come live with me.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e gentle hearts that true love crave,</L>
<L>Where true love can no harbour have,</L>
<L>From &s;hedding tears cannot refrain,</L>
<L>But mourn with me that lov'd in vain</L>
<L>Sore &s;ick in love, &s;ore &s;ick in mind,</L>
<L>Come gentle death my life unwind,</L>
<L>For Cupids &s;haft and golden Bow,</L>
<L>Now &s;eeks my joys to overthrow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Upon my Death-bed I have pen'd,</L>
<L>The Story of my woful end;</L>
<L>Vain world behold I dye, I dye,</L>
<L>Here murthered by loves cruelty:</L>
<L>O <HI>Sarah Hill</HI> thou art the Wight,</L>
<L>That turn'd my joy to &s;harp delight,</L>
<L>Thou art the cau&s;er of my death,</L>
<L>Farewel fal&s;e love, farewel my breath.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Be warn'd you wantons by my fall,</L>
<L>In love there is no truth at all;</L>
<L>Although in love you live untrue,</L>
<L>There is &s;ome Maids as fal&s;e as you:</L>
<L>Her beauty dazled &s;o mine eyes,</L>
<L>That in her brea&s;t my heart &s;till lies,</L>
<L>I lov'd her, but &s;he lov'd not me,</L>
<L>Wherefore behold, I dye, I dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O cur&s;ed eyes, why did you gaze,</L>
<L>Vpon her fair and flattering face?</L>
<L>O wherefore did my eyes unfold,</L>
<L>One fram'd of &s;uch uncon&s;tant mould:</L>
<L>Come wrap me in my winding-&s;heet,</L>
<L>And bear me &s;adly through the &s;treet,</L>
<L>That from her eyes &s;alt tears may &s;hed,</L>
<L>When for her &s;ake &s;he &s;ees me dead.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In outward &s;hew &s;he joyned hands,</L>
<L>And vow'd to live in wedlock bands,</L>
<L>But &s;he unkind hath me di&s;pis'd,</L>
<L>And broke my heart &s;o highly priz'd:</L>
<L>O Lord what grief do I &s;u&s;tain;</L>
<L>Which liv'd di&s;pis'd, and lov'd in vain,</L>
<L>But Lord how well are they apaid,</L>
<L>Which hap to chu&s;e a con&s;tant Maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>There is no living wight that knows,</L>
<L>The pineing pain and endle&s;s woes,</L>
<L>That we for&s;aken Lovers hide,</L>
<L>But &s;uch as have the torments try'd:</L>
<L>I needs mu&s;t yield now death doth fade,</L>
<L>Deaths coming cannot be denay'd:</L>
<L>O reach the Bible, pray to me,</L>
<L>For that my &s;ouls true love &s;hall be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go tole my Pa&s;&s;ing-bell, dear friends,</L>
<L>For here a Lovers journey ends:</L>
<L>But mark what fortune &s;he &s;hall have,</L>
<L>When &s;he hath clos'd me in the Grave,</L>
<L>I do not doubt but you &s;hall &s;ee,</L>
<L>Her body paid in mi&s;ery:</L>
<L>And made a laughing-&s;tock to tho&s;e,</L>
<L>Who now her great unkindne&s;s knows.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>You of the Gentle-craft that be,</L>
<L>Shew this kind favour unto me,</L>
<L>That to the world this mournful Song,</L>
<L>Be chanted &s;weetly you among:</L>
<L>And &s;ome of you I do reque&s;t,</L>
<L>To bear me to my longing re&s;t,</L>
<L>And lay my carka&s;s in the ground,</L>
<L>With ringing Bells melodious &s;ound.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To my dear love then go and &s;ay,</L>
<L>Her change of mind ca&s;t me away,</L>
<L>Bid her hard heart &s;o con&s;tant prove,</L>
<L>To him that next &s;hall be her love:</L>
<L>With that he yielded up his life,</L>
<L>Where death gave end to further &s;trife:</L>
<L>De&s;iring God that &s;its in Heaven,</L>
<L>His lovers &s;ins might be forgiven.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus have you heard <HI>Hugh Hills</HI> good mind</L>
<L>Who never proved in love unkind:</L>
<L>But to his end continued true,</L>
<L>Not changing old friend for a new.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS</TRAILER>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="127" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 26 -->
<HEAD>The &s;econd part.</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame Tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>COme young La&s;&s;es and li&s;ten well,</L>
<L>Vnto the tale that I &s;hall tell,</L>
<L>For unto you I will unfold</L>
<L>A matter worthy to be told:</L>
<L>There was a young man lov'd me well,</L>
<L>A Shoomaker his name <HI>Hugh Hill,</HI></L>
<L>His heart with love did burn amain,</L>
<L>And I &s;eem'd to love him again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then were we made &s;ure together,</L>
<L>But I uncon&s;tant as the weather,</L>
<L>Did him for&s;ake, I was &s;o nice,</L>
<L>When in the Church were asked thrice,</L>
<L>When that he &s;aw I was unkind,</L>
<L>And that I had a cruel mind,</L>
<L>For love of me he left his life,</L>
<L>Becau&s;e I would not be his wife.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I never car'd what he did &s;ay,</L>
<L>But &s;uffered him to pine away:</L>
<L>And when he yielded up his breath,</L>
<L>I quickly had forgot his death,</L>
<L>But in my Bed upon a time,</L>
<L>As many things came in my mind,</L>
<L>There &s;miling to my &s;elf I &s;aid,</L>
<L>I think that I &s;hall dye a maid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then many a Youth I thought upon,</L>
<L>I lov'd and fancy'd many a one:</L>
<L>I hated &s;ome, and &s;ome re&s;erv'd,</L>
<L>To like and love as they de&s;erv'd:</L>
<L>But in the mid&s;t of all my choice,</L>
<L>I heard a lamentable voice,</L>
<L>With Mu&s;ick &s;ounding to the ear,</L>
<L>But not to me as did appear.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For when I heard what it might be</L>
<L>And what was cau&s;e of this Melody,</L>
<L>And at my window a voice did cry,</L>
<L><HI>Hugh Hill</HI> is dead, fie <HI>Sarah</HI> fie,</L>
<L>My con&s;cience then tormented me,</L>
<L>Of my fal&s;e heart and treachery,</L>
<L>And evermore the voice would cry,</L>
<L>Go pine thy &s;elf repent and dye,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Methought it was the voice of <HI>Hugh,</HI></L>
<L>Of good <HI>Hugh Hill</HI> that was &s;o true,</L>
<L>That was &s;o faithful unto me,</L>
<L>Yet u&s;ed him mo&s;t wickedly:</L>
<L>O there he did my faults expre&s;s,</L>
<L>And I the &s;ame mu&s;t needs confe&s;s,</L>
<L>For I kill'd him with cruelty,</L>
<L>For which I would but cannot dye</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And &s;ince that time my heart is light,</L>
<L>And all my body altred quite,</L>
<L>My eyes are &s;unk into my head,</L>
<L>Which makes me look like one that's dead</L>
<L>My face that was &s;o fre&s;h and fine,</L>
<L>As clear as is the Claret wine,</L>
<L>Is now transform'd to another hue,</L>
<L>Both grim and loath&s;ome to the view.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My skin is whither'd, my fle&s;h is gone,</L>
<L>And nothing left but skin and bone,</L>
<L>And now I pine mo&s;t dolefully,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing for death but cannot dye,</L>
<L>Therefore &s;weet Maids that &s;ui&s;tors have</L>
<L>Yeild unto them that true love crave,</L>
<L>O do not ca&s;t a man away,</L>
<L>Le&s;t you your &s;elves go to decay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If unto you a young-man come,</L>
<L>You are &s;o fine you'l ne'r have none,</L>
<L>Vntil your beauty fade away,</L>
<L>You &s;corn mo&s;t men you are &s;o coy:</L>
<L>Fie, fie, remember what you are,</L>
<L>Do not refu&s;e while you are fair,</L>
<L>Vnto you true loves be not coy,</L>
<L>'Tis good to take them while you may.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>As you be coy, &s;o <HI>I</HI> have been,</L>
<L>But &s;ee the mi&s;ery <HI>I</HI> live in,</L>
<L>That was it not for my &s;ouls health,</L>
<L><HI>I</HI> would be willing to kill my &s;elf:</L>
<L>Therefore fair Maids amend in time,</L>
<L>Le&s;t that your woes belike to mine,</L>
<L>And pray to God to end my grief,</L>
<L>Or el&s;e to rid me of my life.</L>
</LG>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, <HI>and</HI> T. Pa&s;&s;inger.</P>
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