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T169294 LEave off my mind, why thinks thou on / she that was once my Dear, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 65 Robert Mureheads Lament, Robert Murehead's Lament, 1701-1701

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LEave off my mind, why thinks thou on she that was once my Dear, Does thou not know that she is gone, and Married now I hear. What madness makes thee Recollect, to think on such a Maid? Who alwayes pay'd me with neglect, and my designs bewray'd. Why wakenest thou again my woe[?], and thus tormenteth me, Who is the worst of all my Foes, who only Friend should be, Is she not dead to me, alace, except her Husband die? I'll yet remember on her face, for all her crueltie. For I never saw a thing so Fair, since I had Eyes to see, A thing that was both Chast and rair, a thing that ravisht me, In modestie she did exceed, the most of Woman kind, O though she had no fault indeed gift that she had been mine. I wot in my conceit I swear, and constancie to thee. Whilst no man could withstand her feat nor shun her destinie, I loved her well she lov'd not me, she was ungrate you'l say. Some said it was but policie, O what great fools were they. For I tryed all the Civil Arts, that ever any used, With tears I did proclaim my smart, yet daily was abused, I am sure if ever she had loved, at length she would have shown'd, Sh[e] slighted me and so she prov'd, and manfullie disown'd, Unhappie I if I recall, these peevish thoughts again. To bring my spirit under thral, to repossess my pain, If I had never seen her face, I had not fainted so, To offer up a sacrifice, to anie thing below:
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