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COME mourn, come mourn with me, You loyal Lovers all, Laments my Loss in Weeds of Woe, Whom griping Grief doth thrall. Like to the drooping Vine, Cut by the Gardener's Knife; Even so my Heart with Sorrow slain, Doth bleed for my sweet Wife. By De[a]th, that grisly Ghost, My Turtle Dove is slain; And I am left, unhappy Man! To spend my Days in Pain. Her Beauty, late so bright, Like Roses in their Prime, Is wasted like the Summer's Snow, By Force of Phoebus' Shine. Her fair and colour'd Cheeks Now pale, and wan her Eyes, Which late did shine like Crystal Stars, Alas! their Light it dies.
Her pretty lilly-white Hands, With Fingers long and small, In Colour like the Earthly Clay, Yea, cold and stiff withal. When as the Morning Star Her golden Gates had spread, And the bright glittering Sun arose, Forth from fair Thetis' Bed, Then did my Lover wake, Most like a Lilly Flower, And as the lovely Queen of May, So shone she in her Bower. Attired was she then Like Flora in her Pride; As fair as any of Dians Nymphs, So look'd my lovely Bride. And as fair Helen's Face Gave Grecian Dames the Lurch, So did my Dear exceed in Sight All Virgins in the Church.
When we had knit the Knot Of holy Wedlock's band, Like Alabaster join'd to Jet, So stood we Hand-in-Hand. When, lo! a chilling Cold Struck every vital Part, And griping Grief, like Pangs of Death, Seiz'd on my true Love's Heart. Down in a Swoon she fell, As cold as any Stone; Like Venus' Picture lacking Life, So was my Love brought home. At length he rosy Red, Throughout her comely Face, As Phoebus' Beams with watry Clouds Are cover'd for a Space. When with a grievous Groan, And Voice both hoarse and dry, Farewel,said she, my loving Friend, For this Day I must die. The Messenger of God With Golden Trump I see, With many other Angels more, Who sound and call for me. Instead of Musick sweet, Go toll my Passing-bell, And with sweet Flowers strew my Grave, Which in my Chamber smell. Strip off my bright Array, My Cork Shoes from my Feet; And, gentle Mother, be so kind, To bring my Winding Sheet. My Wedding Dinner drest, Bestow upon the Poor, Ann on the Hungry, Needy, Maim'd, Which beggeth at the Door. Instead of Virgins young, My Bride-Maids for to be, Go cause some curious Carpenter To make a Chest for me. My Bride-Laces of Silk Bestow'd on Maidens meek, May fitly serve,when I am dead, To tie my Hands and Feet, And thou, my Lover true, My Husband, and my Friend,
Let me intreat you here to stay, Until my Life doth end. Now leave to talk of Love, And humble on your Knee, Direct your Prayers unto God, But mourn no more for me. In Love, as we have liv'd, In Love too let us part; And as a Token of my Love, Do kiss thee with my Heart. O staunch those bootless Tears, Your Weeping is in vain; I am not lost, we were in Heaven, And there shall meet again. With that she turn'd aside, As one dispos'd to sleep, And like a Lamb departed Life, While Friends did sorely weep. Her true Love seeing this, Did fetch a grievous Groan, As tho' his Heart was burst in two, And thus he made his Moan. O dismal and unhappy Day! A Day of Grief and Care, Which hath bereft the Sun so high, Whose beams refresh the Air. Now woe unto the World, And all that therein dwell. O! that I were with thee in Heav'n; For now I live in Hell. And now this Lover lives A discontented Life; Whose Bride was brought unto the Grave A Maiden and a Wife. A Garland fresh and fair, Of Lillies there was made, In Sign of her Virginity, And on her Coffin laid. Six Maidens all in White Did bear her to the Ground; The Bells did ring in solemn Sort, And made a doleful Sound. In Earth they laid her then, Fos hungry Worms a Prey: So shall the fairest Face alive At length be brought to Clay