Loue without Lucke, Or The Maidens Misfortune
To the Tune of the new Celebrand.
IN the swéet temperate Ayre
of a May Morning,
When
Ver and
Flora faire
had bene adorning
The louely Fields and Meades,
Ualleyes and Mountaines,
Chéering the bubbling Brookes
and streaming Fountaines:
When Yonglings sport and play,
(
Aestiua's Holyday)
As I walkt on the way
for recreation,
Where each Lad with his Lasse,
Neatly trip on the grasse,
As they the Meadowes passe,
in louely fashion.
Now Groues and Copses
lowd Ecchos are ringing,
The Mauis Robin, and
earely Larke singing,
Philomel chaunts her note
Iugg, Iugg, most swéetly,
And the faire Bird of May
Coo-koo discreetly,
Each Bird did chirp and sing,
To welcome in the Spring,
With cheerefull solacing,
and fragrant Flowers
All louely to the eye,
Smelling most curiously,
In choice varietie
for Ladies Bowers.
Singling my selfe alone
for my contenting,
I heard a Beautious One
sadly lamenting,
Teares downe her louely cheekes
from eyes distilling,
Sighing; and curst the Time,
ere she so willing
Had yeelded foolishly,
Up her Uirginitie,
And growne in misery,
after despised
Of him she held so deare,
Who had pluckt from her there,
What she most deemed neere
and highly prized.
Lands that are morgag'd
may oft be redeemed,
But Uirgin-Honor lost
neuer esteemed:
Were she the fairest One
Nature ere framed,
That matchlesse Iewell gone
and she defamed,
In scorne it will be said,
There goes one was a Maid,
Yet hath the Wanton play'd,
oh, this doth grieue me,
Chiefely to thinke that he
Should so inconstant be,
Louing him faithfully,
thus to deceiue me▪
The second part.
To the same tune.
VVIth that againe she wept,
Her griefes renewing,
Whereon to her I stept,
her feature viewing,
Thinking some Angell bright
in shape of woman,
So dazeled had my sight;
for I thinke no man
Ere yet beheld with eye
One more immortally,
(For wit and modestie,
grace, Art, and feature)
Deckt with deportments faire,
And Beauties passing rare.
Thus I began. Oh Faire
Diuinest creature,
Tell me, where liues the Man
could be so cruell,
Ile right thee if I can
for thy lost Iewell,
And force him marry Thee
if thou desire it,
That hee so false could bee,
I doe admire it.
Then with teares in her eyes,
Mournfully shée replyes,
He's for some golden price,
rashly is ventred:
Else ore the Seas is gone,
With Marquesse
Hambleton,
And like a periurd one,
left mée distempred.
But since the time that hée,
the Seas has taken:
My friends despightfully,
haue
mee[?] forsaken:
Father, and Mother; All
Brothers and Sisters,
Lewd Strumpet doe me call,
and as Detesters
They loth my company;
I dare not come them nie,
But may curse till I die,
all false Protestors.
That seeke their wils to haue,
And yet poore maids deceiue,
Then doe no credit giue
vnto such Iesters.
No mariage yet at home,
would I accept on:
Till at length ouer come,
by this young Captaine,
Who had vow'd earnestly
hée would mée marry
And his faire promises
made mée miscarry,
For fearing of none ill
I yeelded to his will,
Sorrow my heart doe kill,
being disdained.
Let this my misery▪
To all a warning bee
To keepe their chastitie
pure and vn
[...].
FINIS.
Printed at London for L. G.