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IF Rosamond, that was so fair, Had cause her sorrow to declare; Then let Jane Shore with sorrow sing, Who was beloved by a king. Then wanton wives in time amend, For love and beauty will have end. In maiden years my beauty bright Was loved dear by lord and knight, But yet the Love as they requird It was not as my friends desird. My parent they for thirst of gain, A husband did for me obtain; And I their pleasure to fulfil. Was forcd to wed against my will. To Matthew Shore I was a wife, Till lust brought ruin to my Life, And then my Life so lewdly spent, Which makes my soul for to lament. In Lombard-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 friend I could not find Agreeing to my wanton mind. At last my name at court did ring, Into the ears of Englands king. Who came and likd and Love requird, But I made coy what he desird. Yea, Mrs. Blague, a neighbout near, Whose friendship I esteemed dear, Did say, it is a gallant thing For to be loved by a king. By her persuasions I was led, For to defile my marriage bed, And wrong my loving husband Shore, Whom I had lovd ten years before, In heart and mind I then rejoice, That I had made so good a choice. And therefore then my state resign, For to be king Edwards concubine. From city then to court I went. For 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 my eye, For Mrs. Blague I in short space Obtain[]d a living from his grace, No friend I had, but in short time Did all unto promotion climb. But yet for all this costly pride, My husband could not me abide.
His bed tho wronged by a king, His heart with grief did vastly sting, From England then he goes away, For to end his Life upon the sea; He could not live to see his name, Impaired by my wanton shame. Although a prince of peerless might Did take the pleasures of his right, Long time I lived in the court, With lords and laides of great sort: For when I smild all men were glad, But when I wept my prince grew sad. But yet an honest mind I bore, Unto helpless people being poor. I still supplyd the orphans cry, And savd their Lives condemnd to die. I still had truth on widows tears, And helped babes of infant years. And never lookd for other gain, But love and thanks for all my pains. At last my royal king did die, And then my days of woe drew nigh: When crook back Richard got the crown, King Edwards friends were soon put down I then was punishd for my sin, Which I long time had lived in. Yea every one that was his friend, This tyrant brought to shameful end, Then for my lewd and wanton Life That was a strumpet of a wife, I pennance did in Lombard street, In shameful manner in a sheet, Where many thousands did me view, Who late in court my value knew. As made the tears run down my face, For to think on my foul disgrace. Not thus cotent they took from me My goods, my livings, and my fee. And vowd that none might me relieve, Or any succour to me give. Then unto Mrs Blague I went, Unto whom my jewels I had lent. In hopes thereby to ease my want, When riches faild, and Love was scant, But she denyd to me the same, When in my need for them I came. To recompence me for my former Love, Out of doors she did me 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 once I had seen distrest,
And savd his Life condemnd to die, Did give some food to succour me. For which by Law it was decreed That he was hanged for the deed. His death did grieve me so much more, Than had I dyd my-self therefore, So those to whom I had done good, Durst not restore me any food. Whereby in vain I beggd all day, And all the night still secret lay. My gown beset with pearl and gold Is turnd to simple garments old. My chains and gems and golden rings, Unto filthy rags and loathsome things. So was I scornd by man 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. No drink but such as channels yeild, Or stinking ditches in the field. Thus weary of my Life, at Length, I yeilded up my vital strength. Within a ditch of loathsome scent, Where carion dogs do oft frequent. The which now since my dying day, Is shoreditch call-d unto this day, Which is a witness of my sin, For being a concubine to a king. You wanton wives that fall to Lust. Be you assurd that God is just; Whoredom will not escape his hand, Nor pride unpunishd in this Land. If God to me such shame did bring, Who yeilded only to a king. How shall they escape who daily run With every man to practise sin. You husbands match not but for Love Lest you disliking after prove, Women be warnd when ye be wives, Such plagues attend on sinful Lives. So maids and wives in time amend, For Love and Beauty will have end. PART II. IF that was fair Londons pride, For beauty famed far and wide, With swan-like song, for so tis told Her deed distresses manifold. 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.
Ah! gentle Jane, thy wanton race Hath brougth me to this foul disgrace, Thou had 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 to me report Why you left me to live in court. Thou had both gold and silver store, No wife in London then had more. And oftentimes to walk in Field, For to see what pleasures it doth yeild. But woe to me! that Liberty Hath brought me to that misery. I marryd thee whilst thou wast young, Before tho knewest what did belong Unto husbands Love or marriage state, But now my heart repents too late. This wanton Pride made thee unjust, And so deceived was my trust; But when the king possessd my room, And cropt my rosie gallant bloom, Fair Londons [blossom] and my joy, My heart was crownd in deep annoy. For to think how to public shame, Thy wicked Life brought my good name. And then I thought each man and wife In jesting sort accusd my Life. And every one to the other said How Shores wife had the wanton playd. Hereby in mind I thought to change My dwelling in some country strange. My Lands and Goods I sold away. And from England I went to sea, Opprest with grief and woeful mind, But left the cause of grief behind. My loving wife whom I thought Would never be to lewdness brought. But women now I well espy, Are subject to inconstancy. And few there be so true to Love, But by long suit will wanton prove: For flesh is frail, and woman weak. When kings for love long suit do m[ake] 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 grevious look, Desiring God, if it might be, To send one sigh sweet Jane to thee. For if thou hadst but constant been, Such times of woe I neer had seen, But still I mourn and grieve full sore, Because great plagues are left in store. For such as careless tread awry In modest paths of constancy. Ah! gentle Jane if thou didst know, The uncouth paths I daily go.
And woeful tears for the I shed, For wronging of the marriage bed, So sure I am you must confess I loved true, tho in distress. Both Flanders, France and Spain I past And came to Turkey at the last. And there within that mighty cours I lived long in honest sort, Desiring God that sits in Heaven, That all thy sins might be forgiven. And there advancd thy loving name, Of living Whites the fairest dame, The praise of Englands beauty stain, All which your husband did maintain, And set thy picture there in gold, For kings and princes to behold. But when I though upon the sin Your wanton thoughts delighted in, I grievd at such a beauteous 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 truly shew, Such things as I desird to know. I there did see the courtly state, The pomp, the pride the glory great, And likewise there I did behold My Jane in Edwards arms enfold. Your secret Love I did espy, And how miserable you did die. Your naked body in the street I saw d?d pennance in a sheet: Bare-footed before the beadles wand, With burning taper in thy hand, And babes not having use of tongues, Stood pointing as you went along. Thus ended was the shame of thine, But still God gave no end to mine. When I supposd I was forgot, And time had washd away my blot, And in another princes reign. I came to England back again, But staying there, my friends decayd, My princes Laws I disobeyd, And by true justice judgd to die, For clipping gold in secresy By gold was my best living made, And so by gold I was betrayd. Thus have you heard the woful strife, That came by an unconstant wife: Her fall, my death, werein is shewd The story of a strumpet lewd. In hopes thereby some women may Take heed how they the wanton play.
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