The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie, Shewing it forth in every degree:
Shee being left as one forlorne,
With sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne,
And seemes for to lament and mourne.
To a delicate new tune.
YOu Maids and wiues, and women kind,
Giue eare, and you shall heare my mind,
Wherein Ile shew most perfectly,
A false Young-mans inconstancie:
For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see false men no faith can keepe.
I loue where I haue cause to hate,
Such is my foolish fickle state,
My time I spend in griefe and woe,
Which, sure will be my ouerthrow:
I sigh, and sob, and then doe weepe,
For that false men no faith can keepe.
My Loue to me doth proue vntrue,
And seemes to bid me now adieu:
O hatefull wretch, and most vnkind,
To beare so false and wicked mind:
It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see false men no faith can keepe.
Hee's fled and gone, for which I grieue,
I wish no Maiden him beleiue,
For he with tempting speeches will
Seeke others now for to beguile:
[...]hat they with me may sigh and weepe,
And say that men no faith can keepe.
Shall I be bound that may be free?
Shall I loue them that loue not me?
Why should I thus seeme to complaine?
I see I cannot him obtaine.
Which makes me sob, and sigh, and weep,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
O shall I weepe, or shall I sing?
I know not which will at mourning:
If that I weepe twill breed me pains,
If that I sing twill ease my braine:
Therefore Ile sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see false men no faith can keepe,
The Iewel's lost, the thiefe is fled,
And I lie wounded in my bed:
If to repent I should begin,
They'l say twas I that let him in:
Therefore Ile sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see false men no faith can keepe.
My mind to him was alwaies true,
For which I now haue cause to me:
Would I had neuer seene his face,
Nor tredethe pathes of Cupids race:
For now I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see false men no faith can keepe.
The second part,
To the same tune.
VVHat hay hath any hee or shee,
That can but liue at libertie,
And not be troubled as I am,
As by my Song you vnderstand,
It makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see false men no saith can keepe.
I cannot take my quiet rest,
To thinke on him that I lou'd best:
Sometimes when I doe thinke to sleepe,
Then thought of him makes me to weep:
I cannot choose but sigh, and sob,
To thinke of him that doth me rob.
Tis true indeed he robbeth me,
Of my content and libertie:
My heart can now no comfort find,
To thinke on him that proues vnkind:
I cannot chuse but sigh and weepe,
To see false men no faith can keepe.
My head doth ake, mine eyes are sore,
And I can find no helpe therefore:
My body's faint, and I am weake,
My tongue is tyed▪ I cannot speake:
Yet still I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
My daies are short, my life's not long,
I cannot well declare my wrong:
Yet in some part, I here doe show,
That you the cause hereof may know:
Wherefore I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
His tempting eies, and smiling lookes,
Now seeme to me like baited hookes,
Which are but laid for to betray
The Fish that's greedy of his prey:
Therefore I sob, and sigh, and weepe,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
When first with me he came in place,
He did me with his armes imbrace:
He kist me on't, and swore that he
Would neuer haue no one but me:
Yet now he makes me sob and weepe,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
With words most faire he did intreat,
Vntill my fauour he did get:
But him vncertaine I doe find.
And changing like the wauering wind:
Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
He vow'd to beare a faithfull mind,
But he is otherwise inclin'd:
He now doth seeme as strange to me,
I cannot haue his companie:
Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
Thus seemes my Loue to doe me wrong,
Wherefore Ile here conclude my Song:
Ile neuer trust false men no more,
Nor doe as I haue done before:
For which I sigh, and sob, and weepe,
To see that men no faith can keepe.
FINIS.
Printed at London for E. W. dwelling at Christs-Church Gate.