News for Youngmen and Maids.
Who now may weep, their joy is fled,
For Love is dead and buried.
To a curious New Tune.
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FRom Fairy Land I hear it is reported
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That love is dead and in his grave laid,
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And she that hath been often times courted,
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Shall for her coyness now dye a Maid;
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Now Bess, and Nell, with Susan, and Mary,
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In hope of Suiters long may tarry.
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For Love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true joyes are fled.
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Young-men and maids shall not go a walking
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As in the former time they have done,
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Nor yet in shady Bowers sit a talking,
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For Venus now hath lost her Son,
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And she that fifteen years hath known,
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Shall now in corners weep alone.
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For Love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true joy is fled.
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No courtly Language shall now be used,
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[P]lain-dealing shall be counted a Jewell,
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And she that hath her Suiter refusd,
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Shall wish she had not provd so cruel,
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And she that hath the time delayd,
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Must be content to dye a Maid.
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For with him love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true joy is fled.
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The Sheapherds that do sit on the Mountains
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Will all be sorry this News for to hear;
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The Nymphs that do resort to the Fountains,
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When they do know it, will shed a tear,
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For they shall now no Garlands make
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Of flowers for their Lovers sake.
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For Love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true joy is fled.
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The country Lads that were full of kindness
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To give their Lasses what they did require,
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Shall wonder greatly at their own blindness
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And leave of all their former desire;
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THey shall not take them out to dance,
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Nor yet in Songs their praise advance
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For Love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true Love is fled.
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All Creatures shall express their own sorrow
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The Birds shall drop away with grief,
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The Pellican, mans tears shall borrow,
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In hope thereby to find some relief,
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The Turtle Dove shall lose her Mate,
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And pine away disconsolate.
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For Love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true joy is fled.
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Young men shall now repent their expences,
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Which they on Maids did use to bestow
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Who in like manner did seek fair pretences,
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That with their sweethearts abroad might go
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But those same days are past and gone,
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And Maidens now shall stay at home.
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For Love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true Love is fled.
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All the whole World hath cause to be grived,
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For this same News which I do relate,
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Which I do think may well be believd,
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Since Love you see is grown out of date,
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And Mistress Money his place doth take,
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While she her self doth matches make.
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For Love is dead, etc.
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For Mistress Money is grown to such credit,
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That she doth rule all things here below,
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And who can marry if she do forbid it?
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Since wealth is most esteemed you know;
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The Mother now will sell her daughter,
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Although she do repent hereafter.
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For Love is dead, etc.
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For if a Maid her fancy have placed,
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By the direction of her own own will,
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Yet is her purpose always defaced,
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By those who seek to cross her love still,
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And she at last is bought and sold,
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For lucre of some wealth or Gold,
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For Love is dead, etc.
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In ancient times they often did marry,
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For love which then was most highly prized;
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But now alass, long time they may tarry
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If that some other way be not devised,
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For Portions now do bear the sway,
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And will do more still every day.
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For Love is dead, etc.
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Well fare those dayes when shepheards de-lighted,
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With the young Nymphs to dance on a green,
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Where all their love was kindly requited,
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In such due manner as might them be seem,
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But these same days will nere come again,
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When Shepheards live thus on the Plain.
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For Love is dead, etc.
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Good Qualities now and vertuous carriage,
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Is nothing without Money beside,
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Nor did I ever yet see a Marriage,
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Wherein a true Lovers knot was tide:
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For they no sooner Married once be,
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But both of them do disagree.
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For Love is dead, etc.
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For when to marry they have been enforced,
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What can ensue but strife and debate:
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And then they seek how to be Divorced
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And wish to be in their former state,
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But those which marry thus I dare say,
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Shall nere know contented day.
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For Love is dead, etc.
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Therefore let all young Maidens take warn-ing,
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How they do grant their Love unto any,
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Or be allured with their sweet charming,
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By which they have deceived so many,
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For all this year I do foresee,
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That Weddings shall unhappy be.
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For Love is dead, etc.
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Now to conclude and shut up my Ditty,
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This news I know most strange will appear,
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Both in the Country and in the City,
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For yet the like they never did hear,
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The Country Lasses I do believe,
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When they hear this news they will grieve.
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For Love is dead and buried,
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And with him all true joyes are fled.
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