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The Woful Lamentation of Mrs. JANE SHORE, a Gold-smiths Wife
of London, sometime King Edward the Fourths Cancubine, who for her Wanton Life came t[o]
a Miserable End. Set Forth for the Example of all wicked Livers.
To the Tune of, Live with me.

IF Rosamond that was so fair,
Had cause her sorrows to declare,
Then let Jane Shore with sorrow sing,
That was beloved of a King:
Then wanton Wives in time amend,
For love and beauty will have end.
In maidens years my beauty bright
Was loved dear of Lord and Knight,
But yet the love that they requird,
It was not as my friends desird;
My Parents they for thirst of gain,
A husband for me did obtain;
And I their pleasure to fulfil,
Was forcd to wed against my will
To Matthew Shore, I was a wife,
Till lust brought ruine to my life.
And then my life so lewdly spent,
Which makes my soul for to lament:
In Lumbard-street I once did dwell,
As London yet can witness well,
Where many Gallants did behold
My beauty in a shop of Gold:
I spread my plumes as wantons do,
Some sweet and secret friend to wooe,
Because my love I did not find
Agreeing to my wanton mind.
At last my name in Court did ring,
Into the ears of Englands King,
Who came and likd and love required,
But I made coy what he desired:
Yet mistress Blague a neighbour near,
Whose friendship I esteemed dear
Did say it was a gallant thing,
To be beloved of a King.
By her perswasions I was led
For to defile my marriage-bed,

And wrong my wedded husband Shore,
Whom I had lovd ten years before;
In heart and mind I did rejoyce,
That I had made so sweet a choice,
And therefore did my state resign
To be King Edwards Concubine;
From City then to Court I went,
To reap the pleasures of content,
And had the Joys that love could bring
And knew the secrets of a King:
When I was thus advancd on high,
Commanding Edward with mine eye,
For mistress Blague I in short space
Obtaind a living of his Grace.
No friend I had but in short time
I made unto promortion climb:
But yet for all this costly pride;
My husband could not me abide:
His bed though wronged by a King,
His heart with grief did deadly sting,
From England then he goes away,
To end his life upon the Sea,
He could not live to see his name
Impared by my wanton shame,
Although a Prince of Peerless might,
Did reap the pleasure of his right.
Long time I lived in the court
With Lords and Ladies of great sort,
For when I smild all men were glad,
But when I mournd my prince grew sad.
But yet an honest mind I bore
To helpless people that were poor,
I still redrest the Orphans cry,
And savd their lives condemnd to die.
I still had ruth on widows tears,
I succourd babes of tender years,
And never lookt for other gain,
But love and thanks for all my pain.
At last my Royal King did dye,
And then my days of woe grew nigh,
When Crook-back Rich got the crown,
K Edwards friends were soon put down,
I then was punisht for my sin,
That I so long had lived in.
Yea, every one that was his friend,
This tyrant brought to shameful end.
Then for my rude and wanton life,
That made a Strumpet of a wife,
I pennance did in Lumbard-street,
In shameful manner in a sheet.
Where many thousands did me view,
Who late in Court my credit knew,
Which made the tears run down my face,
To think upon my foul disgrace:
Not thus content they took from me
My goods my livings and my fee;
& chargd that none should me relieve,
Nor any succour to me give.

Then unto mistress Blague I went,
To whom my Jewels I had sent,
In hope thereby to ease my want,
when riches faild, and love grew scant
But she denyd to me the same,
When in my need for them I came.
To recompence my former love,
Out of her doors she did we shove;
So love did vanish with my state,
Which now my soul repents too late,
Therefore example take by me,
For friendship parts in poverty.
But yet one friend among the rest,
Whom I before had seen distrest,
And savd his life condemnd to die,
Did give me food to succour me,
For which by law it was decreed,
That he was hanged for that deed:
His death did grieve me so much more
Then had I dyed my self therefore:
Then those to whom I had done good
Durst not restore me any food;
Whereby in vain I begd all day,
And still in streets by night I lay.
My Gowns beset with pearl and gold,
Are turnd to simple garments old.
My chains and jems and golden Ring
To filthy rags and loathsome things,
Thus was I scornd of maid and wife,
For leading such a wicked life;
Both sucking babes and children small
Did make a pastime at my fall;
I could not get one bit of bread
Whereby my hunger might be fed:
Nor drink but such as channels yield,
Or stinking ditches in the field:
Thus weary of my life at length,
I yielded up my vital strength,
Within a Ditch of loathsome scent,
Where carrion dogs do much frequent,
The which now since my dying day,
Is Shoreditch calld as writers say:
Which is a witness of my sin,
For being Concubine to a king:
You wanton wives that fall to lust;
Be you assured that God is just,
Whoredom shall not escape his hand,
Nor Pride unpunisht in this land;
If God to me such shame should bring,
That yielded only to a king:
How shall they scape that daily run
to practice sin with every man?
You Husbands match not but for love,
Lest some disliking after prove!
women be warnd when you are wives,
What plagues are due to sinful lives;
Then maids and wives in time amend
For love and beauty will have end.

The second part of Jane Shore, wherein her sorrowful Husband bewaileth his own Estate,
and Wifes Wantonness, the wrong of Marriage, the Fall of Pride; being a warning for Women.

If she that was fair Londons pride
For beauty famd both far and wide
With swanli[k]e song in sadness told,
Her deep distresses manifold.
Then in the same let me also,
Now bear a part of such like woe:
Kind Matthew Shore-men called me,
A goldsmith once of good degree,
And might have lived long therein,
Had not my wife been wed to sin,
Oh gentle Jane thy wanton race
Hath brought me to this foul disgrace:
Thou hadst all things at wish and will,
Thy wanton fancy to fulfill,
No London Dame nor Merchants wife
Did lead so sweet and pleasant life,
Then gentle Jane the truth Report,
Why leftst thou me to live in Court?
Thou hadst both gold and silver store,
No wife in London then had more
And once a week to walk in field
To see what pleasure it would yield.
But woe to me that liberty,
Hath brought me to this misery:
I married thee whilst thou wert young
Before thou knewst what did belong
To husbands love or marriage state,
Which now my soul repents too late:
Thus wanton pride made thee unjust,
And so deceived was my trust.
But when the king possest my room,
And cropt my Rosie gallant bloom,
Fair Londons blossom and my joy
My heart was drownd in deep annoy:
To think how unto publick shame
Thy wicked life brought my good name.
And then I thought each man & wife,
In jesting sort accusd my life,
And every one to the other said.
That Shores fair wife the wanton plaid.
Thereby in mind I grew to change,
My dwelling in some country strange.
My lands and goods I sold away,
And so from England went to Sea;
Opprest with grief and woful mind,
But left my cause of grief behind.
My loving wife whom I once thought
Would never me to lewdness brought
But women now I well espy,
Are subject to unconstancy;
And few there be so true of love,
But by long suit will wanton prove.
For flesh is frail and women weak
When kings for love long suit do make
But yet from England my depart
Was with a sad and heavy heart,
Whereat when as my leave I took,
I sent back many a heavy look,
Desiring God if it might be,
To send one sigh sweet Jane to thee.
For if thou hadst but constant been,
These days of woe I nere had seen,
But yet I mourn and grief full sore,

The Description
OF
Jane Shore.

THis womans
beauty hath
been highly prai-
sed by a famous
Writer that livd
in her time, namd
Thomas Moor,
who describd her
in this manner.

Before her death
she was poor and
aged, her stature
was mean, her
hair of a dark
yellow, her face
round & full, her
eyes gray, her bo-
dy fat, white and
smooth, her cour-
tenance chearful,
like to her condi-
tions.
There is a picture
of hers to be seen
in London, it is
such as she was
when she rose out
of, her bed in the
morning, having
nothing on but a
Rich Mantle cast
under her arm, o-
ver which her na-
ked arm did lye.
What her Fa-
thers name is, or
where she was
Born, is not cer-
tainly known, but
her husband Ma-
thew Shore, a
Young Man of
-right good Paren-
tage, wealth, and
behaviour, aban-
dond her bed af-
ter the King had
made her his
Concubine.

To think what plagues ere left in store,
For such as careless tread awry,
The modest paths of constancy:
All gentle Jane if thou didst know,
The uncouth paths I daily go,
And woful tears for thee I shed,
For wronging thus my marriage-bed.
Then sure I am thou wouldst confess,
My love was sure though in distress:
Both Flanders, France and Spain I past,
And come to Turky at the last:
And there within that mighty Court,
I lived long in honest sort;
Desiring God that sits in heaven,
That lovers sins might be forgiven:
And there advanced thy loving name,
Of living wights the fairest dame?
The praise of Englands beauty stain,
All which thy husband did maintain,
And set thy Picture there in gold,
For Kings and Princes to behold,
But when I thought upon thy sin,
Thy wanton thoughts delighted in,
I griev[]d that such a comely face,
Should hold true honour in disgrace,
And counted it a luckless day,
When as thou first didst go astray,
Desiring then some news to hear,
Of her my soul did love so dear,
My secrets then I did impart
To one well skilld in Magick-art,
Who in a Glass did truely show,
Such things as I desired to know,
I there did see thy Courtly state,
Thy Pomp, thy Pride, thy Glory great,
And likewise there I did behold,
My Jane in Edwards arms infold:
Thy secret love I there espyd,
Thy rice, thy fall, and how thou died,
Thy naked body in the street,
I saw do pennance in a sheet:
Barefoot before the Beadles wand,
With burning taper in thy hand,
And babes not having use of tongue,
Stood pointing as thou wentst along,
Thus ended was the shame of thine,
Though God gave yet no end to mine.
When I supposd my name forgot,
And time had washt away my blot,
And in another Princess reign,
I came to England back again:
But staying there my friends decayd,
My Princes laws I disobeyd.
And by true Justice judgd to dye.
For clipping Gold in secresie.
By Gold was my best living made,
And so by Gold my life decayd:
Thus have you heard the woful strife
That came by my unconstant wife,
Her Fall, my Death, wherein is shewd
The story of a Strumpet lewd,
In hope thereby some women may,
Take heed how they the wanton play.


Printed by & for
A. Milbourn, in
Green-Arbour-
Court, in the
Little Old-Baily.

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