The Unhappy
TAYLER
OR,
Loves Fatal Farwel, being a Tragical Relation of one
James Orde a Tayler;
Who Hang'd himself on Sunday Morning in the new
Buildings near Lamb's Cunduit, for Love of a Young
Maiden who slighted his Courtship.
To the Tune of Johnson's Farewell
Licensed according to Order-
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COme all Rash Lovers pray draw near,
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and hear what I shall tell,
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Of one who lately did despair,
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and for that cause he fell:
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He was a Tailor brisk and brave,
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who lov'd a handsome Maid,
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And did for speedy Marriage crave,
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but she the same delaid.
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Which drove him to such discontent,
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that he no rest could find,
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Both Night and Day he did lament,
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to see his Love unkind;
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And took the same so much to heart,
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in silence he did grieve,
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Such was the force of Cupids Dart,
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that none could him relieve.
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Until at last despair and grief
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united so their Power,
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His Case was far beyond relief,
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sad Fate must him devour.
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For having got a slender Roap
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on Sunday-morning last,
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As one being void of future hope,
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he hang'd himself in hast.
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In the New-building near the Field,
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his Body it was found,
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Where he to fatal death did yield,
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tho' his feet touch'd the Ground:
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Which did amaze all those who see
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his sad and dismal fate,
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Because that Loves unkind Decree,
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had thus cut off his date.
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About him were some Letters found,
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Which plainly seem'd to tell,
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Dispare had on him gain'd such ground,
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In peace he could not Dwell
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Likewise he did disire all,
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Who heard of his sad Fate
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To take example by his Fall,
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Before it was too late.
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His Sweetheart she no sooner hears,
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This sad and Doleful newes
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But she with Sorrows Grief and Tears
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All comfort doth refuse,
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For her unkindness to her Dear,
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She doth Lament and Morn,
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to him she was so severe
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As her True Love to scorn.
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Oh! all Young Maid's (quoth she beware
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How you true Love dispise,
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Least you like me, bring on dispare,
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Make Love a sacrifice
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I freely would give all I have,
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To bring him back again,
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But tis too late his Life to save
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My sighs are all in vain.
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