%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie. / Shewing it forth in every degree, / Shee being left as one forlone, / With sorrowes she her selfe to adorne, / And seemes for to lament and mourne. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1601-1601 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/18/2011 30172

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S104413 2 the same tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune To a delicate new tune UNKNOWN To a Delicate New Tune YOu maides and wives and women kind, / Give eare, and you shall heare my minde, VVHat hap hath any hee or shee, / That can but live at libertie For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe, / To see false men no faith can keepe. [with variations] 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: 248 1: 249 The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie. / Shewing it forth in every degree, / Shee being left as one forlone, / With sorrowes she her selfe to adorne, / And seemes 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 she her selfe to adorne, And seemes for to lament and mourne. The Maiden's complaint of her Love's inconstancy. Showing it forth in every degree, She being left as one forlorn, With sorrows she herself to adorn, And seems for to lament and mourn. 1601-1601 H.G.

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YOu maides and wives and women kind, Give eare, and you shall heare my minde, Wherein Ile shew you most perfectly, A false young mans inconstancy. 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 mine 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 adue, O hatefull wretch, and most unkinde, To beare so false and wicked minde. It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe, To see false men no faith can keepe. Hes fled and gone, for which I grieve, I wish no maiden him beleeve, 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 weepe 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 it will breede 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 lye 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, Te see false men no faith can keepe. My minde to him was alwayes true, For which I now have cause to rue, Would I had never seene his face, Nor trod the paths 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 mee to Weepe. I cannot choose but sigh, and sob, To thinke of him that doth me rob. Tis true indeede he robbeth me, Of my content and libertie: My heart can now no comfort finde, To thinke on him that proves unkinde. I cannot choose but sigh, and weepe, To see false men no faith keepe. My head doth ake, my eyes are sore, And I can find no helpe therefore: My bodys fainte, 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 dayes are short, my lifes not long, I cannot well declare my wrong. Yet in some part, I here doe show, That you the cause herof may know: Wherefore I sigh and sob and weepe, To see that men no faith can keepe.
His tempting eyes, and smiling lookes, Now seeme to me like bayted hookes, Which are but layd 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: Hee now doth seeme as strange to me, I cannot have his company. Which makes me sob, and sigh, 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.
London prinied for H.G.