The last Dying Words of
Robert Boxall, of Petworth,
TO HIS
False-hearted Lover, Margaret Mills.
To the Tune of, Farewel my dear Johnny, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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FArewel my dear Peggy, whom I loved so,
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Your absence to me has created my woe,
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Because I believed your flattering Tongue,
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Which deceitfully left me in Sorrow undone;
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But I will forgive you with all my whole Heart,
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Yet curst be the Minuit & and Time we did part;
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Of all Women living, your false as God's true,
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And so, my dear Peggy, I bid you adieu:
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For since I do find you both false and unkind,
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I'll set it as light as the wavering Wind:
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My Means, it seems, was too slender, therefore
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You married Ned Slarkes, that Son of a Whore.
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God send you more Means, and I better Grace,
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I hope to prepare for a far better place,
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Where flattering Lovers can never molest
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My Happiness, being for ever at rest.
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Remember, dear Peggy, there is a day to come,
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On which you must answer for all you have done,
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In making such large Protestations to me;
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Oh! pardon, good Lord, for I can't pardon she.
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Oh! pity Peggy for her covetuous Mind,
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Which was the first cause of her proving unkind;
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Her Promise she broke for a hump-bak'd Mate,
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I wish that she does not repent it too late.
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If Peggy so true unto me had been,
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Then all these Sorrows I never had seen;
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But I must complain of her being unjust,
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For where is the Maid that a Man now can trust?
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I strive to forget it as well as I can;
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Yet, nevertheless, when I think of the Woman,
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How she with her flattering Tongue did deceive
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My innocent Heart, now in Sorrow I grieve.
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As I do Work, there Weeping I sit,
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And find that I cannot my Peggy forget;
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That Love which is rooted and lack'd in my Heart,
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'Twas a pleasure to meet, but a sorrow to part.
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Could I but be freed from the pleasures of Love,
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I solemnly swear, by the Powers above,
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This firm Resolution I'll readily make,
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Ne'er to believe a young Maid for her sake.
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But Peggy may grow wealthy & flourish a while,
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So long as kind Fortune is pleased to smile;
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But if I should die for you, now after all,
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You then may be sorry to think of my Fall.
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Be careful young Men, what ever you do,
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Lest flattering Maidens, they ruinate you;
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By woeful experience, alas! I may say,
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She studied my innocent Heart to betray.
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