%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie, / Shewing it forth in every degree: / Shee being left as one forlorne, / With sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne, / And seems for to lament and mourne. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1611-1611 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30165

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S104414 2 a delicate new tune UNKNOWN A Delicate New Tune the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune YOu Maids and wiues, and women kind, / Giue eare, and you shall heare my mind, VVHat hap hath any hee or shee, / That can but liue at libertie, For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe, / To see false men no faith can keepe. [with variation] It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe, / To see false men no faith can keepe. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 234 1: 235 The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie, / Shewing it forth in every degree: / Shee being left as one forlorne, / With sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne, / And seems for to lament and mourne. The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie, Shewing it forth in every degree: Shee being left as one forlorne, With sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne, And seemes for to lament and mourne. The Maiden's complaint of her Love's inconstancy, Shewing it forth in every degree: She being left as one forlorn, With sorrows she herself to adorn, And seems for to lament and mourn. 1611-1611 E.W.

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YOu Maids and wives, and women kind, Give eare, and you shall heare my mind, Wherein Ile shew most perfectly, A false Young-mans inconstancie: For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe. I love where I have cause to hate, Such is my foolish fickle state, My time I spend in griefe and woe, Which, sure will be my overthrow: I sigh, and sob, and then doe weepe, For that false men no faith can keepe. My Love to me doth prove untrue, And seemes to bid me now adieu: O hatefull wretch, and most unkind, To beare so false and wicked mind: It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe. Hees fled and gone, for which I grieve, I wish no Maiden him beleive, For he with tempting speeches will Seeke others now for to beguile: That they with me may sigh and weepe, And say that men no faith can keepe.
Shall I be bound that may be free: Shall I love them that love not me? Why should I thus seeme to complaine? I see I cannot him obtaine. Which makes me sob, and sigh, and weep, To see that men no faith can keepe. O shall I weepe, or shall I sing? I know not which will fit mourning: If that I weepe twill breed me paine, If that I sing twill ease my braine: Therefore Ile sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe. The Jewels lost, the thiefe is fled, And I lie wounded in my bed: If to repent I should begin, Theyl say twas I that let him in: Therefore Ile sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe. My mind to him was alwaies true, For which I now have cause to rue: Would I had never seene his face, Nor trode the pathes of Cupids race: For now I sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe.
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WHat hap hath any hee or shee, That can but live at libertie, And not be troubled as I am, As by my Song you understand, It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe. I cannot take my quiet rest, To thinke on him that I lovd best: Sometimes when I doe thinke to sleepe, Then thought of him makes me to weep: I cannot choose but sigh, and sob, To thinke of him that doth me rob. Tis true indeed he robbeth me, Of my content and libertie: My heart can now no comfort find, To thinke on him that proves unkind: I cannot chuse but sigh and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe. My head doth ake, mine eyes are sore, And I can find no helpe therefore: My bodys faint, and I am weake, My tongue is tyed I cannot speake: Yet still I sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe. My daies are short, my lifes not long, I cannot well declare my wrong: Yet in some part, I here doe show, That you the cause hereof may know: Wherefore I sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe.
His tempting eies, and smiling lookes, Now seeme to me like baited hookes, Which are but laid for to betray The Fish thats greedy of his prey: Therefore I sob, and sigh, and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe. When first with me he came in place, He did me with his armes imbrace: He kist me ont, and swore that he Would never have no one but me: Yet now he makes me sob and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe. With words most faire he did intreat, Untill my favour he did get: But him uncertaine I doe find, And changing like the wavering wind: Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe. He vowd to beare a faithfull mind, But he is otherwise inclind: He now doth seeme as strange to me, I cannot have his companie: Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe. Thus seemes my Love to doe me wrong, Wherefore Ile here conclude my Song: Ile never trust false men no more, Nor doe as I have done before: For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe.
Printed at London for E.W. dwelling at Christs-Church Gate. FINIS.