The Faithlesse Lover.
To the same Tune.
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WHen I had seen this Virgins end,
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I sorrowed as became a friend,
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And wept to see that such a maid,
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Should be by faithlesse love betraid,
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But woe (I feare) will come to thee,
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That was not true in love as she.
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The Birds did cease their harmony,
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The harmlesse Lambes did seem to cry:
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The Flowers they did hang their head,
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The Flower of Maidens being dead,
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Whose life by death is now set free.
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And none did love more deare then she.
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The Bubling Brooks did seem to mone
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And Eccho from the vales did grone:
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Dianaes Nimphs did ring her knill,
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And to their Queene the same did tell:
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Who vowed by her chastitie
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That none should take revenge but she.
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When as I saw her corpes were cold,
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I to her lover went and told,
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What chance unto this Maid befell,
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Who said, Im glad she sped so well,
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Dee thinke that I so fond would be
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To love no Maid but onely she:
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I was not made for her alone,
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I take delight to heare them mone:
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When one is gone I will have more,
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That man is rich that hath most store:
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I bondage hate I must live free,
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And not be tide to such as she.
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O Sir remember then (quoth I)
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The power of heavens all seeing eye,
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Who doth remember vowes forgot,
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Though you deny you know it not:
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Call you to minde this maiden free,
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the which was wrongd by none but thee
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Quoth he I have a love more faire
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Besides she is her Fathers heire:
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A bonny Lasse doth please my minde,
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That unto me is wondrous kinde:
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Her will I love and none but she,
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Who welcome still shall be to me.
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False minded man that so would prove
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Disloyall to thy dearest Love:
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Who at her death for thee did pray,
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And wisht thee many happy day.
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I would my Love would but love me,
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Even halfe so well as she lovd thee.
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Faire Maidens will example take,
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Young men will curse thee for her sake:
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Theyle stop their eares unto our plaints,
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And call us devils seeming Saints:
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Theyle say to day that we are kind,
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To morrow in another minde.
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