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Magdalene College - Pepys
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The Sorrowful BRIDE;
OR,
The London Lasses Lamentation for her Husbands Insufficiency.
Tune of, Let Caesar Live long .

I Have now been Marry'd a Twelvemonth and more,
And here is a sorrow which troubles me sore;
As having my Maiden-head now to this day:
Is this not enough to make me run astray?
Alas! I am almost a weary of Life,
For to live a Maiden, tho' a Marry'd Wife.

My Husband is one of the most largest size,
And what is the reason I cannot devise,
That he should thus baulk a young Woman, I vow,
The sweet Joy and Pleasure he doth not allow;
The which makes me almost a weary of Life,
For to live a Maiden, tho' a Marry'd Wife.

He brought me much Riches of Silver and Gold,
With Houses and Land too, the which was Freehold;
And gave me a Chain, with a rich Diamond Ring,
But I am still wanting a far better thing:
Which makes me, I tell ye, quite weary of Life,
For to live a Maiden, tho' a Marry'd Wife.

I Kiss him and hugg him both morning and night,
Which may be sufficient, I think, to invite
A Huaband, methinks, to the passion of Love;
Yet nothing, I find, will his appetite move:
The thoughts of these things makes me weary of Life,
For to live a Maiden, tho' a Marry'd Wife.

I'm sure I am Youthful and Beautiful too,
And yet notwithstanding he nothing will do,
But lies like a Log or a Stone in my Bed,
At which I have wish'd my self twenty times dead:
For why I am utterly weary of Life,
To live a young Maiden, and a Marry'd Wife.

Alas! was he Aged, I could not expect
The pleasure which he does thus dayly neglect;
His Age is not now above Twenty-one years,
Yet in pure affection he never appears:
This makes me, I tell ye, quite weary of Life,
To live a young Maiden, yet a Marry'd Wife.

I take him each night in my Amorous Arms,
In hopes to provoke him to Loves pleasing Charms;
But straight he falls into a slumber or sleep,
And I the mean while do both sigh, sob and weep:
Have I not just cause to be weary of Life,
To live a young Maiden, yet a Marry'd Wife.

I feed him with Lamb-stones, nay Cock-broth and Cream
In hopes that thereby he may most pleasant seem;
But yet notwithstanding this delicate Chear,
I tell you no Lye, I am never the near:
It makes me Distracted and weary of Life,
To live a young Maiden, yet a Marry'd Wife.

My Sister she marry'd a Cock of the Game,
And that was, I tell ye, young Robin by name:
Before she full seventeen Weeks had been wed,
With a Son and Daughter she was brought to Bed
But here I lye sighing, quite weary of Life,
To live a young Maiden, etc .

Now see what a lusty stout Fellow has done,
When I'de a been thankful for one only Son;
But my earnest wishes I find are in vain,
In sad sobs and sorrowful sighs I complain;
As being, I tell ye, quite weary of Life,
For I am a Maiden, yet a Marry'd Wife.

FINIS.

Printed for R. Kell , at the White-[Hart] in West-Smithfield [.]

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