FATAL LOVE
OR,
The Young Maiden's Tragedy:
Being a sad and dismal Relation, of one Mary Low, late
Cook Maid to Esq; Fansaw in St. James's Park, who
Drowned herself in Rosamonds Pond, on Wednesday Night
last, for the Love of a Young Man who was her fellow
Servant.
To the Tune of, Johnson's Farwel.
Licenced according to Order.
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YOU Maidens who intend to Wed,
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pray mind this doleful Tale,
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Before you think of Marriage Bed;
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or hope for to prevail:
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You see that young Men change their mind,
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and often prove untrue,
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Besides the God of Love is blind;
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and takes more than his due.
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For Cupid with his Dart so Keen,
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did wound a Maiden's Heart,
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In secret Love her Charms were seen;
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which caus'd her fatal smart:
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She Lov'd and was not Lov'd agen,
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and thus began her woo,
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He prov'd to her the worst of Men;
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by her sad overthrow.
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He who before had gain'd her Love,
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by his alluring Tongue,
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Such Passions now could not approve;
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but said, he'd Love too long:
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Which so perplex't this Maiden fair:
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she Night and Day did Mourn,
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And fell into a deep dispaire;
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dejected and forlorne.
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None knows what Torments Lovers feel,
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whose Charmes are thus controul'd,
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Those Hearts which seem as hard as Steel;
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are brought to softer mould:
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The power of Love is so severe,
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no Heart can it withstand,
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All Earthly Champions far and near;
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must stoop to its command.
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In vain she strove to hide her flame,
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that burnd her breast within,
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Nor was she willing to explain;
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the Torment she was in:
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But still conceal'd the cause of Grief,
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which usher'd on her Fate,
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And so she miss'd of all relief;
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untill it prov'd too late.
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For in the dark and silent Night,
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among the shady Groves,
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She got close to the Water-side;
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where up and down she roves:
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Till Sighs and Groans had Eccho's made,
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within the glittering Waves,
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As if the sounds, in answer, said
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Here's Injured Lovers Graves.
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With that her Body in she threw
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and said, I come I come,
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If this be Injur'd Lovers due;
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I claim it as my Tomb:
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For none was wronged more then I,
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by Love's pretended Charms,
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Which is the cause that here I Die;
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To end all Earthly harms.
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Young Maidens all pray warning take,
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by this Example strange,
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Be not too fond for young Men's sake;
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for they their minds may change:
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As this unhappy Maid has found,
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most fatal to her cost,
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Who when alive, in love was drown'd;
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and so her Life she lost.
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