[...] [...]gick ends of two unfortunate Faithfull Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain, she stab'd herself with her own Dagger.
TO a new Tune, called, Frankin is fled away.
FRankin my Loyal Friend, O hone, O hone,
In whom my joy doth end O hone, O hone
Frankin my hearts delight.
Since last he took his flight,
Bids now the world goodnight, O hone, O hone,
Frankin is fled and gone, O hone, O hone,
And left me here alone O hone, O hone,
Frankin to fled away,
The glory of the May,
Who can but mou'n 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,
Lin Mars did bear controle,
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 wouldst thou go, O hone, O hone,
To Battel with thy Foe, O hone, O hone,
thy solemn obsequies
With watry drooping eyes,
A mournfull sacrifice, O hone, O hone,
Frankin which gras'd yt swains, O hone, O hone
Sported upon the Plains, O hone, O hone,
With all the Royal train,
Faithfal he did remain,
Vntil my Lord was slain, O hone, O hone,
FRankin why wouldst thou die, O hone, O hone,
Regarding not my try O hone, O hone,
Love-sick in every vain
Opprest with grief and pain;
And so I shall remain, O hone, O hone,
Frankin the pride of men, O hone, O hone,
None flourisht like him then, O hone, O hone,
till death without remorse
took Frankin hence by force,
I must bewall 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
In [...]ing Lovers blisse,
The earthly mold Ils kisse, O hone, O hone,
Frankin under this stone, O hone, O hone,
[...]is Corps remain alone, O hone O hone,
Come drop with me a tear,
All you that faithfull are,
[...] zealous thoughts I hear, O hone O hone.
Frankin I come to thée, 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 bless, O hone, O hone,
But where my true Love is, O hone, O hone,
Go soul my murnfull hell
there's Heaven where Frank doth dwell,
Now must I did 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 béen his wife, O hone, O hone,
Young men and Virgins all,
Lament these Lovers fall,
Grasing their Funeral, O hone, O hone,
Printed for William Gilbertson.