%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Lamenting Ladies last farewel to the / WOR.LD. / Who being in a strange Exile bewales her / own misery, complains upon Fortune and Destiny, describeth / the manner of her breeding, deplores the loss of her parents / wishing peace and happinesse to England, which was her native / Country, and withall resolved for death, chearfully commen- / deth her soul to heaven, and her body to the earth, and quiet- / ly departed this life: Anno 1650. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1644-1644 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 02/29/2012 31938

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R214031 1 O hone, O hone Franklin Is Fled Away O hone, O hone MOurnful Melpomeny / assist my quill, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 183 The Lamenting Ladies last farewel to the / WOR.LD. / Who being in a strange Exile bewales her / own misery, complains upon Fortune and Destiny, describeth / the manner of her breeding, deplores the loss of her parents / wishing peace and happinesse to England, which was her native / Country, and withall resolved for death, chearfully commen- / deth her soul to heaven, and her body to the earth, and quiet- / ly departed this life: Anno 1650. The Lamenting Ladies last farewel to the WOR.LD. Who being in a strange Exile bewales her own misery, complains upon Fortune and Destiny, describeth the manner of her breeding, deplores the loss of her parents wishing peace and happinesse to England, which was her native Country, and withall resolved for death, chearfully commen- deth her soul to heaven, and her body to the earth, and quiet- ly departed this life: Anno 1650. The Lamenting Lady's last farewell to the WORLD. Who being in a strange Exile bewails her own misery, complains upon Fortune and Destiny, describes the manner of her breeding, deplores the loss of her parents wishing peace and happiness to England, which was her native Country, and withal resolved for death, cheerfully commends her soul to heaven, and her body to the earth, and quietly departed this life: Anno 1650. 1644-1644 Tho. Vere

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MOarnful Mealpomeny assist my quill, That I may pensivly, now make my will, Guide thou my hand, to write And sences to indite, A Ladies last good night, O pittty me. I that was nobly born. hither am sent: Like to a wretch forlorn, here to lament; In this most strange exile Here to remain awhile: Till heaven be pleasd to smile: and send for me. My friends cannot come nigh me in this place: Nor bear me company such is my case,
Poor I am left alone, But few regard my mone: All my delights are gone heaven succour me, Each day with cares and feares, I am perplext, My drink is brinish tears with sorrow mixt. When others soundly sleep, I sadly sob and weep: Opprest with dangers deep Lord comfort me. When England flourished, my Parents deer Tenderly nourished me many a year, I was advancd on high, In place of dignity, In olden bravery they decked me.
MY garments deckt, with pearl richly approvd, Never was English girls better belovd, Old and young, great and smal Waited upon my cal, I had the love of all, that did know me. But from my former state I am cald back, Through destiny and fate, all goes to wrack, Fortune did lately frown, And caught me by the Crowne, So puld me head-long down, oh woe is me. My dear friends are decayd, which lovd me best, Never was harmelesse maid, so much distrest: My Father he is dead. My Mother banished, All joyes are from me fled, Heaven comfort, me. How well are they at ease and sweetly blest,
That may goe when they please and where they list To see their Parents kind, As nature doth them bind, Such joyes I cannot finde, Ah woe is me. All earthly helps are gone, I will and must Onely in God alone Put my whole trust. O blessed Trinity, One God and persons three, Release my misery, and comfort me. No creature on the earth, can ease my griefe, Until such time as death yeeld me reliefe, A coffin and a grave, Is that which I would have, Sweet Christ my soule receive and sucour me. My Enemyes that bee, both great and smal, Good Lord I pray to thee forgive them all.
May England flourish brave, When I am laid in grave So thus I take my leave Christ calls for me. I have in heaven above a place prepard Never shall I depart from thence afterwards Goe tole my passing bell, Whilst Angels ring my knell, So vain world now farewel Christ sends for me. When she these words had spoke, with chearfull heart, The noble minded maid then did depart No doubt her souls at rest with them whom God hath blest. The last words she exprest. was, Christ cals for me
London, Printed for Tho.Vers at the signe of the Angell without Newgate.