A Maydens Lamentation for a Bedfellow.
Or, I can, nor will no longer lye alone. As it hath beene
sung at the Court. To the tune of, I will give thee kisses one, two, or three.
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CAn any Man tell what I ayle?
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Because I looke so weake, so wan, so pale:
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Sighing to the walles I make my mone,
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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Why doe I breath upon the ground,
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Where no comfort alacke can be found?
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I know not to whome to make my mone,
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That I may no longer ly alone.
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Was ever Maide so much with-stood,
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When she complaines for Youngmens good?
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Tis my cruell frinds hath me orethrowne:
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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Long have I sought Mans love to obtaine,
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Yet still am I repaind with deepe disdayne:
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I would my heart to some kind Man were known
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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What though my Parents strive to procure
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That I should a Mayden still endure?
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Do they what they will, I must have one,
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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Why should hard harted Men say nay,
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When it doth belong to them to pray?
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Oh, I would never wish to have them gone:
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Cause I can no longer ly alone.
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Some Maydes are coy because they are fayre,
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And some likewise being a Rich-mans Heyre:
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Had I both these gifts I would be coy to none:
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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Did Venus her Son, God Cupid know
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This my pining paine, and endles woe,
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They would melt their hearts, though as hard as stone,
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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Some Maides are coy, and proud withall,
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When alasse their beautie is but small:
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Whilst I live Ile nere be coy to none,
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Because I will no longer ly alone.
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But alas the Gods that belong to love,
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Seeke not to redresse, nor yet remove
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This, that makes my heart to melt with mone:
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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Therefore Ile seeke each private part,
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Till I chaunce to find a constant heart,
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T[hat] will ease my mind, with woe oregrowne:
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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You Maides that ever did feele such woes,
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Pittie her whose greefe to height thus growes:
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Many a brinish teare on the earth I have sowne,
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I can, nor will no longer ly alone.
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Any Young-men all that see my case,
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Take some pittie on my Maiden face:
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Rid me of my cares and griefes each one:
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And let me now no longer ly alone.
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FINIS.
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The Mans comfortable answer to
the Mayden that can nor will no lon-
gerly alone. To the tune of, I will give thee kisses one, etc.
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ALack faire Maide, make no such woe,
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On thy cheekes so pale Ile make two Roses grow
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Now I know your greefe, Ile ease your moane:
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Thout shalt not any longer ly alone.
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Doe not despaire, for men are kind,
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Love he can not see, for he is blind,
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Deafe he is likewise as any stone:
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Then come to me my deere, ly not alone.
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Young-men do want but that you have:
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Tis nought but your selfe that I do crave:
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You take delight to heare us sigh and groane,
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And care not if we alwayes ly alone.
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You say you love, yet still seeme coy,
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Cause you know you are a Young-mans Joy:
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Suiters you have store, abrode, and at home,
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And yet you say y'are forst to ly alone.
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What if your Friends doe forward proove?
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Yet ther's nothing like to faithfull Love:
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Streake but foorth the Cage, and thou art flowne,
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And then you never more shall ly alone.
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[If] we doe fus, and woe with teares
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[Y]ou are eyther deafe, or stop your eares:
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Slightly you regard a Lovers moane,
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And say, you take delight to ly alone.
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Beauty doth cause you to looke strange:
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Tis your wealth that makes your mind to change
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Yet your answers this, that you have none:
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And neere regard poore Men that ly alone.
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Cupid hath strooke my love sicke heart
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With a Shaft as keene as Phebus dart:
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Loves tide is at the height, and overflowne,
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I can not any longer ly alone.
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Beauty keepes Court upon thy brow;
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Let not coy disdayne fond scuse alow:
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Give me but the Flesh, and keepe the Bone,
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For such as love to live and ly alone,
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Jove from the Skies assended heere,
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For the love of one he held most deare:
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If Love did [f]etch the Gods from heavens throne,
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How can I but a Man, still ly alone?
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Within my breast a heart doth ly,
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Spotlesse as the Sunne in clearest Sky:
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Deare, let sorrowes blasts be over blowne:
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Let thou and I no longer ly alone.
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Many have felt like paines as I,
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A true heart neare is knowne before you try:
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Then (dearest) cease to weep, or make such mone:
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Thou shalt not any longer ly alone.
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Blame not all men, if some be unkind,
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Though some be bad, yet al's not of one mind;
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Doe not thinke our hearts are made of stone,
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To let such prettie Creatures ly alone.
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