THE
MAIDENS MOAN
For the Loss of
Her Unkind Lover.
Tune, As May was in her youthful dress. Licensed, and Entred according to Order.
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(1.)
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AS a Maid was walking in a Grove,
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She to Cupid did complain,
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Because her true Love was so unkind,
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And minded not her bitter pain;
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Whilst Love doth torter in her Breast,
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Each Night I spend in misery,
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Whilst Love regardeth not my Pain,
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And Cupid would not set me free.
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(2.)
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And when the Sun from the Grove declin'd,
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Where true Lovers doth abide,
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Then all their Secrets they relate
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To the twinkling stars that rules by night,
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But whilst in Love they do agree,
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Each Minute then we think a Day,
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But when the time I lost my Love,
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I thought my eyes would have dropt away.
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(3.)
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All Charms of Love lay in my Heart,
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And Love, a sickly Appetite,
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Like one that hath a death-ful stroak,
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And in the World takes no delight;
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But if that Cupid can confine,
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My Dear and I for to agree,
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Into the Woods then I will go,
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And there will end my misery.
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(4.)
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Teach me, if that you then have Love,
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And help a Virgin in distress,
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I call unto the powers above,
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To send some sickness in his Breast,
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That he to me might but prove true,
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And he my Joys for to restore,
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Or else within the Grave I'll lie,
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And in this World be seen no more.
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(5.)
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Come Death, come ease me of my smart,
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Because my Love hath prov'd unkind,
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Unto the Eleziums I will go,
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And leave my unkind Love behind;
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Because that I have loved one,
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And he to me has prov'd untrue,
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O Death, come ease me of my smart,
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Unto the World I bid adieu.
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(6.)
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With that her Pen-knife then she drew,
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As she sate by a silent Spring,
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And then the Nightingale appear'd,
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And unto her did sweetly sing,
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This pretty Bird that cometh now,
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Is witness of my fatal stroak,
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And unto Death she would have bow'd,
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Had not then her True Love spoke.
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(7.)
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O cease my Dear, don't yield to Death,
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Nor think upon the fatal stroak,
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For Arrows they have pierc't my breast,
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And Cupid he these words hath spoke,
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That I the World should rainge about,
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Because I was unkind to thee,
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Therefore my Dear, pray pardon me,
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And I will live and die with thee.
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(8.)
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With that he Embrac't her in his Arms,
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Her Sorrows then were turn'd to joy,
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In love then they did both agree,
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And the little birds did sing for joy,
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That the Powers above might them befriend,
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And they might live in Loyalty;
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Now in true Love may they abide,
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And so continue till they die.
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