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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<VID>181902</VID>
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<HEAD>The London Dam&s;els fate by unju&s;t Tyrany: Or, the Ra&s;h Lover.</HEAD>
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<P>Being a Relation of a hand&s;ome maid that was lately through the Tyranny of her Parents, forced from deare&s;t, to one whom &s;he hated, her Love for &s;orrow dyes, &s;he being di&s;tracted through grief and envy, fir&s;t drinks poy&s;on, and then &s;tabs her&s;elf, and dyed in great De&s;olation.</P>
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<OPENER>Tune of Troy Town,</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>ALl you that unto marriage tend,</L>
<L>and give your hearts unto the fate,</L>
<L>As maidens hearts that way do bend,</L>
<L>li&s;ten to what I &s;hall relate;</L>
<L>Where unju&s;t choice through Tyrany,</L>
<L>did bring this maids to mi&s;ery.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She lov'd a youngman pa&s;&s;ing well,</L>
<L>who&s;e youth and fortune did advance</L>
<L>Both <HI>Spain</HI> and <HI>Holland</HI> as men tell,</L>
<L>and eke the glorious Court of <HI>France;</HI></L>
<L>But as her Love &s;he oft applyed,</L>
<L>her Parents-cro&s;sne&s;s &s;till deny'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet &s;he in&s;i&s;ted in her Love,</L>
<L>and to her deare&s;t gave her Heart,</L>
<L>Prote&s;ting &s;till that death &s;hould prove</L>
<L>her mortal &s;oul e'r &s;he would part:</L>
<L>Never did Turtles more inve&s;t</L>
<L>a con&s;tancy in each ones brea&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She often clasp't about his Neck</L>
<L>her Chri&s;tal Arms, as Lovers do,</L>
<L>But little thought tho&s;e &s;igns a check</L>
<L>to bring her kindne&s;s unto woe:</L>
<L>Till pevi&s;h Parents by their will</L>
<L>tho&s;e tender hopes of joy did kill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Lover us'd to make great moan,</L>
<L>&s;aying, if &s;he were ever fled,</L>
<L>His would then be left alone,</L>
<L>and in &s;hort &s;pace of time be dead:</L>
<L>That &s;uch departing once away</L>
<L>would quickly bring his fatal day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No &s;ooner had the&s;e Lovers gave</L>
<L>each others hands and hearts al&s;o,</L>
<L>But her cro&s;s mother brings a &s;lave,</L>
<L>whom &s;he would have her married to,</L>
<L>Cro&s;&s;ing her love to plea&s;e her will,</L>
<L>becau&s;e &s;he would her mind fulfill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Her Parents &s;till made no delay</L>
<L>to ha&s;ten her unto their choice,</L>
<L>But what &s;he proffer'd they cryed nay,</L>
<L>and made it go by th' major voice:</L>
<L>Forcing her to be made a wife</L>
<L>to whom &s;he ne'r lov'd in her life.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas &s;he cry'd her heart &s;he had given</L>
<L>unto her deare&s;t love and joy,</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing a thou&s;and times to Heaven</L>
<L>and Mother, that they'd not de&s;troy</L>
<L>So dear a heart and force her mind</L>
<L>to whom &s;he ne'r could pa&s;&s;ion find.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e &s;ighs and tears could not prevaile</L>
<L>again&s;t her &s;tubborn Parents heart,</L>
<L>The more &s;he beg'd the more they rail<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d</L>
<L>&s;aying, &s;he and her love mu&s;t part,</L>
<L>And under duty fix her mind</L>
<L>unto the match they had de&s;ign'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She now being bani&s;ht from her Love,</L>
<L>and wedding day now drawing on,</L>
<L>She mu&s;t be forc'd her will to move</L>
<L>on whom &s;he ne'r could look upon,</L>
<L>Abjuring oft his very &s;ight,</L>
<L>&amp; wi&s;h't Heaven would ob&s;cure the light</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For all the&s;e tears her friends increas'd</L>
<L>in Tyranny &s;till more and more,</L>
<L>So that the Par&s;on never ceas'd</L>
<L>till he had read the Wedlock o're.</L>
<L>Yet &s;he did &s;peechle&s;s &s;till remain,</L>
<L>whil&s;t tears &amp; &s;ighs dropt down amain</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then coming home with hand and Eyes</L>
<L>erected up to Heaven, &s;he prays,</L>
<L>(With Penetrable &s;ighs and cries)</L>
<L>&s;ome &s;tander by to end her days?</L>
<L>Wi&s;hing to Heaven that it wou'd</L>
<L>let the Earth &s;ink whereon &s;he &s;tood.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In the mean time her only dear</L>
<L>who&s;e Parents Tyrany did part,</L>
<L>The&s;e tydings which came to his ear,</L>
<L>within &s;hort &s;pace did break his heart:</L>
<L>Which then did &s;o enrage her grief,</L>
<L>&s;he gave the world o're for relief.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now therefore falling in a trance,</L>
<L>like one di&s;tracted or po&s;&s;e&s;t&punc;</L>
<L>Fancying the Furies turn<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d her dance,</L>
<L>her wandring mind could take no re&s;t:</L>
<L>Which then did &s;o enrage her fate,</L>
<L>her friends then griev'd, but 'twas too late</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus poor di&s;tracted woman &s;he</L>
<L>for &s;ome few dayes in torture groan,</L>
<L>Her thoughts increa&s;e her mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>and Parents then too late bemoan.</L>
<L>Then &s;itting on her mournfull bed.</L>
<L>with poy&s;on in gla&s;s the&s;e words &s;he &s;aid.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Love, though thou art gone I am thy wife.</L>
<L>and this &s;ame health I d<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ink for thee,</L>
<L>Thou that art dearer then my life,</L>
<L>why &s;hould we longer ab&s;ent be?</L>
<L>Come gentle gla&s;s one ki&s;s of thine</L>
<L>&s;hall &s;end me to my love divine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then lifting up her &s;tedy hand</L>
<L>as if of her death were afraid,</L>
<L>From which with Dagger at command</L>
<L>with &s;ighs &amp; groans the&s;e words &s;he &s;aid</L>
<L>Since unto him my heart I owe,</L>
<L>I'le pay my debts the world &s;hall know</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus in a trice her life was gone,</L>
<L>and blood which for her Love was fled,</L>
<L>Now Harents well might &s;igh and groan</L>
<L>for now alas they found her dead,</L>
<L>They grieve and cur&s;e their fatal breath,</L>
<L>as Acce&s;&s;aries of her death.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Lament and grieve they might in vain,</L>
<L>and to the &s;tones declare their grief,</L>
<L>None &s;ought to remedy their pain,</L>
<L>nor to their &s;orrows give relief:</L>
<L>That had thus through their Tyrany</L>
<L>brought their own Child to mi&s;ery.</L>
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<P>Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in We&s;t &s;mithfield.</P>
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