The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie,
Shewing it forth in every degree:
Shee being left as one forlorne,
With sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne,
And seemes for to lament and mourne.
To a delicate new tune.
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YOu Maids and wives, and women kind,
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Give eare, and you shall heare my mind,
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Wherein Ile shew most perfectly,
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A false Young-mans inconstancie:
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For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see false men no faith can keepe.
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I love where I have cause to hate,
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Such is my foolish fickle state,
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My time I spend in griefe and woe,
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Which, sure will be my overthrow:
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I sigh, and sob, and then doe weepe,
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For that false men no faith can keepe.
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My Love to me doth prove untrue,
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And seemes to bid me now adieu:
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O hatefull wretch, and most unkind,
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To beare so false and wicked mind:
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It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see false men no faith can keepe.
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Hees fled and gone, for which I grieve,
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I wish no Maiden him beleive,
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For he with tempting speeches will
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Seeke others now for to beguile:
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That they with me may sigh and weepe,
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And say that men no faith can keepe.
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Shall I be bound that may be free:
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Shall I love them that love not me?
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Why should I thus seeme to complaine?
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I see I cannot him obtaine.
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Which makes me sob, and sigh, and weep,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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O shall I weepe, or shall I sing?
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I know not which will fit mourning:
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If that I weepe twill breed me paine,
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If that I sing twill ease my braine:
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Therefore Ile sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see false men no faith can keepe.
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The Jewels lost, the thiefe is fled,
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And I lie wounded in my bed:
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If to repent I should begin,
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Theyl say twas I that let him in:
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Therefore Ile sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see false men no faith can keepe.
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My mind to him was alwaies true,
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For which I now have cause to rue:
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Would I had never seene his face,
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Nor trode the pathes of Cupids race:
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For now I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see false men no faith can keepe.
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The second part, To the same tune.
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WHat hap hath any hee or shee,
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That can but live at libertie,
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And not be troubled as I am,
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As by my Song you understand,
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It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see false men no faith can keepe.
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I cannot take my quiet rest,
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To thinke on him that I lovd best:
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Sometimes when I doe thinke to sleepe,
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Then thought of him makes me to weep:
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I cannot choose but sigh, and sob,
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To thinke of him that doth me rob.
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Tis true indeed he robbeth me,
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Of my content and libertie:
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My heart can now no comfort find,
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To thinke on him that proves unkind:
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I cannot chuse but sigh and weepe,
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To see false men no faith can keepe.
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My head doth ake, mine eyes are sore,
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And I can find no helpe therefore:
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My bodys faint, and I am weake,
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My tongue is tyed I cannot speake:
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Yet still I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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My daies are short, my lifes not long,
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I cannot well declare my wrong:
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Yet in some part, I here doe show,
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That you the cause hereof may know:
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Wherefore I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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His tempting eies, and smiling lookes,
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Now seeme to me like baited hookes,
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Which are but laid for to betray
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The Fish thats greedy of his prey:
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Therefore I sob, and sigh, and weepe,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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When first with me he came in place,
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He did me with his armes imbrace:
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He kist me ont, and swore that he
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Would never have no one but me:
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Yet now he makes me sob and weepe,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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With words most faire he did intreat,
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Untill my favour he did get:
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But him uncertaine I doe find,
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And changing like the wavering wind:
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Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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He vowd to beare a faithfull mind,
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But he is otherwise inclind:
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He now doth seeme as strange to me,
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I cannot have his companie:
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Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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Thus seemes my Love to doe me wrong,
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Wherefore Ile here conclude my Song:
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Ile never trust false men no more,
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Nor doe as I have done before:
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For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
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To see that men no faith can keepe.
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