A mournful Caral: Or, An Elegy, Lamenting the Tragic, en [...] unfortunate Faithful Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain, she flew herself with her Dagger.
To a new Tune, called,
Franklin is fled away.
F
[...]in my loyal friend,
O hone, o hone,
In whom my joy do end,
O hone, o hone,
Frankin my hearts delight,
Since last he took his flight,
bids now the world good night,
O hone, o hone,
Frankin, is fled and gone,
O hone, o hone,
And left me here alone,
O hone, o hone,
Frankin is fled away,
The glory of the
May,
Who can but mourn and say,
O hone, o hone
Frankin belov'd of all,
O hone, o hone,
Ladies lament his fall,
O hone, o hone,
Come mourn upon his shrine,
You Lady Muses nine,
And Matrons all divine,
O hone, o hone,
Frankin with comely grace,
O hone, o hone,
Courted with kind imbrace,
O hone, o hone,
Till
Mars did hear controule,
And his affection stole,
to heaven bequeath'd his soul
O hone, o hone
Frankin did please the Dames,
O hone, o hone,
None could resist his Flames,
O hone, o hone
Virgins lament the day,
That
Frankin fled away,
How can we chuse but say,
O hone, o hone.
Frankin why would'st thou goe,
O hone, o hone,
To Battle with thy Foe,
O hone, oh hone,
Thy solemn obsequies,
With watry dropping eyes,
A mournful sacrifice,
O hone a hone.
frankin which grac'd the swains,
O hone o hone
Sported upon the Plains,
O hone, o hone,
With all the Royal train,
Faithful he did remain,
Vntil my Lord was slain,
O hone, o hone,
FRankin why would'st thou dye,
O hone, o hone,
Regarding not my cry,
O hone, o hone,
Love-sick in every vein,
Opprest with grief and pain:
And so I shall remain,
O hone, o hone.
Frankin the pride of men,
O hone, o hone,
None flourish like him then,
till death without remorse,
took
Frankin hence by force,
I must bewail his Course,
O hone, o hone,
In the Elizium Fields,
O hone, o hone,
Much joy and pleasure yields,
O hone, o hone,
there
Frankin Sainted is,
injoying Lovers bliss.
The Earthly mold I'le kiss,
O hone, o hone,
[...] under this stone,
O hone, o hone,
His
[...]orps remain alone,
O hone, o hone,
Come drop with me a tear,
All you that faithfull are,
Such zealous thoughts I bear,
O hone, o hone
Frankin I come to thee,
O hone, o hone,
To end my misery,
O hone, o hone,
The world I plainly find,
A hell unto my mind,
Thou art so true and kind,
O hone, o hone.
I count there is no bliss,
O hone, o hone,
But where my true love is,
O hone, o hone,
To toul my mournfull bell,
There's heaven where
Frank doth dwell
Now must I bid farewel,
O hone, o hone,
This Dagger in my hand,
O hone, o hone,
My life shall soon command,
O hone, o hone,
And with this fatal Dart,
Ile stab my Love-sick heart,
Ending a Lovers part,
O hone, o hone.
Thus did she end her life,
O hone, o hone,
Which should have been his wife,
O hone, o hone
Young-Men and Virgins all,
Lament these Lovers fall,
Gracing their Funeral,
O hone, o hone.
Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.