The Young-Mans Lamentation:
BEING
An Answer to the Maid that Dy'd for Love in Wood's-Close, near
St. John's-Street: Together with his earnest desire to leave this Life, and
follow his Love to the Grave. Tune of, Celia, etc. Licens'd according to Order.
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I.
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IS my sweetest Creature Dead,
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With whom I did engage to Wed?
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Did I leave her, and deceive her,
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is she to Elizium fled?
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Then farewel all Joy and Pleasure,
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I have wrong'd her out of measure:
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Then farewel, etc.
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II.
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Conscience now afflicts me so,
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And tell me still where e're I go,
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I was Cruel to my Jewel,
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which has prov'd her overthrow:
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She is Dead and gone before me,
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Who so dearly did adore me.
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She is Dead, etc.
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III.
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Here I live in Grief and Pain,
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And am not able to contain
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This sharp sorrow, which flows thorow
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my poor heart, and e'ry Vein;
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O that I had ne'r offended,
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Then our Glory had not ended.
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O that I had, etc.
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IV.
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Let me Dye, and come to thee,
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For here no Comfort can I see,
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Dearest Mary, I am weary
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of my wretched Life, said he;
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No one knows what I lye under,
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Stubborn heart now break in sunder.
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No one knows, etc.
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V.
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To the World I do declare,
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This Torment I can never bear;
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I that fill'd thee, nay, and kill'd thee,
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with the Dart of sad Dispair;
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And am guilty of thy Ruin,
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Therefore Sorrows are ensuing.
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And am guilty, etc.
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VI.
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Still the more I call to mind,
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How once I was to Love inclin'd,
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When I Woo'd her, to delude her,
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'tis as if I then design'd,
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By Delusion to deceive her,
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And in grief and sorrow leave her.
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By Delusion, etc.
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VII.
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Here I wander too and fro,
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While melting Eyes like Fountains flow
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Heart relenting, still lamenting,
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while my Lover lies full low:
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I am Night and Day Tormented,
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All this I might have prevented.
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I am Night and Day, etc.
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VIII.
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When I took another Bride,
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Poor heart, her grief she could not hide,
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But in Anguish, did she languish,
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till at length, alas! she Dy'd:
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Often Weeping, Sighing Crying,
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Love, I for thy sake my Dying.
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Often Weeping, etc.
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IX.
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In my Chamber all alone,
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Methinks I hear her piteous Moan:
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Often crying, Life is flying,
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saying, with a Dying Groan,
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'Tis too late, I now am going,
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While my Dying Eyes are flowing,
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'Tis too late. etc.
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X.
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Many frightful Slumbers too,
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My grief and sorrow does renew;
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Death attend me, and befriend me,
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let my Days and Months be few:
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Fain I would, alas! Expire,
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And i'th Grave be Bury'd by her.
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Fain I would, alas! etc.
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