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University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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The wofull Complaint and Lamentable Death of a
Forsaken Lover. To a Pleasant New Tune.

DOwn by a Forrest as I did pass,
To see abroad what sports there was,
Walking by a pleasant Spring,
The Birds in sundry notes did sing.
Long time I wandered here and there,
To see what sports in Forrest were,
At length I heard one make great moan,
Saying from me all joys are gone.
I gave good heed unto the same,
Musing from whence this Eccho came;
And by no means I could devise,
From whence this sorrowful sound did rise,
But in that place I did remain,
Until I heard it once again;
Wher presently I heard one say,
O death come take my life away,
I looked down on my right hand,
A sort of pleasant Trees did stand,
And under them I did behold,
A pleasant place, with shaddows cold.
A sumptuous Seat was in the same;
Musing from whence this Eccho came;
Then in this place I did perceive
A Gentleman most fine and brave.
And from that place he did come down,
Casting from him his Morning Gown,
Walking up and down that place,
Methought a proper Man he was.

Thus to himself he did lament,
Wishing to God his days were spent;
His torments did increase so sore,
His heart was able to bear no more,
I stept into a hollow Tree,
Because I would his passion see;
With folded arms, looking to the Skies,
The tears, alas, stood in his eyes.
And carless of his life he seemd,
Pitty he was no more esteemd,
Then down he lay upon the ground,
No ease of sorrow could be found,
Thus he lamented in woful case
Seven long years, within few days;
Saying while I live, I must remain,
And find no help to ease my pain.
For she that should my riefs remove,
She doth disdain to be my love;
And hath done so, since she did r hear,
That I to her good will did bear.
Yet Gods above come ease my pain,
With heavy grief doth it constrain,
For while my Corps remain on earth,
Shell shew the causes of my death.
And every Tree that here doth stand,
Shall be ingraven with my hand;
That they long time may witness bear,
Love was the cause that I dyd here.
Nature to her did so much right
And in as many Vertues dight,,
Scorning to take the help of art,
As ever did embrace a heart.
Being so good, so truly cryd,
O some for less were Deifyd;
Full of pitty as she may be,
And yet perhaps not so to me.
When first I saw her pleasant face,
Methought a pleasant sight it was;
Her beauty took my wits away,
I knew not how one word to say,
A Gentleman took her to Dance,
She gallantly herself did prance;
And kept her stepes all in due time,
Which made me wish she had been mine.
But when I thought shed been mine own,
Then was she furthest from me flown;
She gave no ear unto my cry.
Which makes me here in sorrow dye.

FOr she then in another mind,
Which to my pain I often find,
Of all hopes I am beguild,
Which makes me walk the woods so wild.
To silent Trees I made my moan,
The Birds and beasts did hear me groan;
Yet she that could my sorrows remove,
Disloyal wret[c]h to me did prove,
My love to her was constant pure,
And to my end shall so endure:
And Jove to her I hope will send,
A grieved mind before her end.
I have forsaken friends and Kin,
My dayes to end these Woods within,
My pleasures past I now forsake,
And of the world my leave I take.
Bear witness Heaven of my grief,
To ease my heart, send some relife;
Fair maids unto your Lovers be true,
If the first be good change not for a new.
O young men all be warnd by me,
Gaze not too much on womens beauty;
Lest that you be so fettered fast,
You cannot be releast at last.
Some womens minds ar too much known
In love once changing stick to none;
They swear they love you with their heart,
When tongue and mind are both apart.
My love to her I did reveal,
And nothing from her did conceal:
Though at first she seemed coy,
She said I was her only joy.
And none but I her love should have,
What need I any more to crave?
But Hoggard like, she me abusd.
Another taken and I refusd.
When hed bewaild his sorrows long.
He took his Lute that by him hung;

And on the same he sweetly playd,
While there upon these words he said:
O Death when will that hour come
That I have waited for so long?
For while I live, I languish still,
Finding no help to ease my ill,
Then quite he flung his Lute away,
And took his Sword that by him lay.
Says oft hast thou been thy masters friend.
And now thou must his torment end.
He gave true Sentance in that place,
To end his life in woful case;
The Hilt he stuck into the ground,
And gave himself a deadly wound.
Then unto him I ran amain,
But Oh! alas it was in vain
For long to him I came,
His Death he had upon the same.
I found his Grave was ready made
Wherein I thought he should be laid:
And in that place I laid him down,
And over spread his Morning Gown.
Over his Grave his sword I laid.
Whereby his death he had receiv[]d,
Upon his Lute a peal I rung,
And by the place his Lute I hung,
Then I beheld on eveery Tree
Her name that was his only joy:
Which long before his face did stand,
Because she got the upper hand.
This Maiden that did all this wrong,
To live a Maid thought it ore long?
But married was to such a one,
As dayly made her sigh and groan.
Her coyness to her former love,
Disloyal now doth cruely prove:
Take heed fair Maidens for you see,
Wrongs always will revenged be.


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