The Disconsolate LOVER:
OR, THE
Forsaken Damsel's Sad Lamentation
FOR
Her Unkind Lover's Cruelty,
IN
Forsaking her, after many Vows, for one more Wealthy.
To an excellent new Tune.
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FArewel my dear Johnny 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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[Ye]t curst be the minuit and time we did part,
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[O]f all Men that's living your false as God's true,
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[T]herefore my dear Johnny i'll bid thee adieu;
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For since I do find you both false and unkind,
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I'll set you as light as the wavering Wind;
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My Portion, it seems, was too slender, therefore
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You seek for another with plentiful store.
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God send you more Mony, 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 Love, there's a Day for 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 dear Jewel, as I pardon thee.
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No Trouble or Torture my Sorrow excels,
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Yet God bless my Dearest where-ever he dwells,
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I wish he may live to repent of the Wrong
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Which I have sustain'd by his flattering Tongue:
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I pity my Love for his covetuous Mind,
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Which was the first cause of his proving unkind,
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His Promise he broke for a Fortune that's great,
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I wish that he does not repent it too late:
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My Love may grow Wealthy and flourish a while,
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So long as kind Fortune is pleased to smile;
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But if she should frown upon him after all,
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He then may be sorry to think of my Fall.
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Where nothing but Riches their Hearts doth unite,
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When these common Blessings shall chance to take flight,
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Their tender affections does often wax cold,
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True Love is far better then Pledges of Gold,
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For where it is rooted, it still will remain
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Like to a firm Rock, or a powerful Chain,
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Which no kind of envy or malice shall break,
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The true Love can die for the true Lover's sake.
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If Johnny had been but so true to his Dear,
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Oh! then had my Sorrows not been so severe;
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But I must complain of his being unjust;
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Oh! where is the Man that a Maiden can trust?
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He once did admire my beautiful Charms,
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But now there's another to lodge in his Arms,
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While I the green Garland of Willow must wear,
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And languish almost at the point of despair:
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I strive to forget it as much as I can,
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Yet nevertheless when I think on the Man,
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How he with his flattering tongue did deceive
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My innocent Heart, then in Sorrow I grieve.
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Alone in my Closet there weeping I sit,
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And find that I cannot so easy forget,
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That love which is rooted and lodg'd in my Heart,
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'Twas pleasure to meet, but a sorrow to part.
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Could I be but free'd from the fetters of Love,
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I solemnly swear by the Powers above,
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This firm Resolution I'd readily make,
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Never to believe a young Man for his sake.
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Be careful young Lasses what ever you do,
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Least flattering Batchelors ruinate you;
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By woful experience, alas, I may say,
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They study young innocent Maids to betray.
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