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R179900 1 The Ring of Gold. Cupid's Courtesy The Ring of Gold. WHy is my love unkind? / why do's he leave me? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1345 The Lady's Tragedy; / OR, / The Languishing Lamentation of a London Merchant's / Daughter, who dy'd for Love of a Linnen Draper. The Lady's Tragedy; OR, The Languishing Lamentation of a London Merchant's Daughter, who dy'd for Love of a Linnen Draper. The Lady's Tragedy; OR, The Languishing Lamentation of a London Merchant's Daughter, who died for Love of a Linen Draper. ?-? J. Deacon

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WHy is my Love unkind? why do's he leave me? Why do's he change his mind, and strive to grieve me? He hath some fair One found, this I discover, And therefore seeks to wound his loyal Lover. I call'd to mind the Vow which once he made me: Can he forget it now, and thus degrade me?
Yes like a Wretch he can, and flatter many, There's no belief in Man, no not in any. They Serpent-lke deceive young silly Women; Who can their Oaths believe, since it is common For them to swear and lye when they are brewing The grandest Villany to prove our Ruine?
When at my Feet he fell, and did implore me, His Sorrows to expel, seem'd to adore me: I out of meer Good-Will, bemoan'd his Ditty; Kind Hearts must suffer still; the more's the pity. While he sad Sighs did fetch, just as if dying, His Hand to me he'd stretch, often replying, Your Rocky Heart of Stone feels no relenting, Though for your sake alone, I lie lamenting. Down from his melting Eyes Tears they were flowing, As he with feigned Cries said, I am going To the Elizium Shade, where Lovers wander, Whose Lives have been betray'd, Hearts rent in sunder. This said, My Heart did bleed, and melt within me; To him I ran with speed, his Words did win me: Streightway I granted Love, and Pledges gave him; Rather than guilty prove, I'd dye to save him.
Thus from his wretched State did I restore him; But O unhappy Fate! I fall before him; In Chains of Love I lye, loaden with anguish; Now let me, let me die, why should I languish! Why did I not, when born, my Breath surrender, Rather than bear the Scorn of my Pretender! The torment which I feel this very hour, Alas! I would conceal, but ha'n't the power. The News to him will go, how I lamented; Which he should never know, could I prevent it? He that could cringe and bow first to enjoy me, Then strive, and study how he might destroy me. Farewell my Parents dear, Father, and Mother; You'll lose your Darling dear, though you have no other: Yet never weep for me, since I am going Where Joys shall ever be like Fountains flowing.
Printed for J. Deacon, at the Angel, in Gilt-spur-street.