An Answer to
The Lady's Tragedy:
OR,
The Young Linnen-Draper's Languishing Lamentation, for the Merchant's Daughter,
who lately Dyed for Love
Licensed according to Order.
To the Tune of The Ring of Gold.
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I.
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ALl joy I bid adieu,
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love, peace, and pleasure;
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My torments do's renew,
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Grief out of measure
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Here do I undergoe,
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for being cruel
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To she who lov'd me so,
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my sweetest jewel.
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II.
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Her yielding Heart she broke
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when first I left her;
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Death gave the fatal stroak,
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and soon bereft her
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Of all her grief and pain,
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sorrow and anguish;
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But I alive remain
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to lie and languish.
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III.
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Still as I call to mind
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what Vows I made her,
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New torments do I find:
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I that betray'd her
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Into the Arms of Death,
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where she expires,
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Now must resign my Breath,
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it is requir'd.
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IV.
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My Conscience tells me plain,
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how I offended;
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The sighs are all in vain,
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her days are ended;
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The Sorrows which I have,
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sets me a weeping,
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While in the silent Grave,
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my Love lies sleeping.
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V.
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With Tears she called me,
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as she lay dying,
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Blaming Disloyalty;
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often replying
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Ungratefull Man alone,
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to love and leave me:
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This was her dying moan
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which words do's grieve me.
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VI.
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She granted Love to me,
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when I lamented;
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Which done, her company,
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streight I absented:
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This cut her to the Heart,
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so that she sounded;
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But now I feel the smart
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of Conscience wounded.
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VII.
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My sighs, and melting Tears
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are out of number;
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Her bleeding Ghost appears,
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stilll as I slumber,
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Methinks I hear her say,
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as she does hover,
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Make haste, and come away
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false-hearted Lover.
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VIII.
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I Dream my Love I meet,
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as I lie sleeping,
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Wrapt in her Winding-sheet,
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bitterly weeping,
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As if her Heart she'd break,
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for being slighted;
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At which I start and 'wake
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sorely affrighted.
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IX.
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Let me go where I will,
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yet am I daunted;
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For why? I fancy still,
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that I am haunted
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For my Disloyalty,
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grief is ensuing,
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Conscience accuses me
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of her sad ruine.
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X.
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None but sad grief and care
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am I possing;
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Kind Death they Dart prepare,
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life is no blessing;
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Since I no comfort have,
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let me expire,
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That in the silent Grave,
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I may lie by her.
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