THE Unfortunate Couple; Or, The Unkind FATHER:
Being a true Relation of a Squire's Son, who having Married his Father's Maid against his Consent, was reduced to such great Necessity, that his Young Wife Died for Greif, and his Father denying him releif, he fell into sad Dispair, and Shot himself Dead with a Pistol, in his Chamber in L--d-g-te-street on Saturday last.
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YOU Cruel Parents, most severe
now Listen to my story,
And pitty your own Children dear,
if they for Love do Marry:
For 'tis not saiding Earthly Dross,
that will true joys procure,
When Lovers find a fatal Cross,
none can such pains endure.
Al Squires Son, of Wealth and fame,
in Love was much affected,
With a most fair and brisk young Dame,
who kindly him respected,
But being but his Fathers Maid,
his Friends did all dispise her,
Quoth they, let us the Youth perswade,
to leave her, and be wiser.
But all their words did but increase:
his true and real affection,
He vow'd that he wou'd soon release,
his Love from their subjection,
And in the Dark and silent Night,
he privatly did Carry,
His only Darling from their sight,
and quickly her did Marry.
No sooner did the Squire hear,
what his Young Son had acted,
But he with rage did rave and tare,
as if he'd been Distracted,
Quoth he, no Spawn of Beggar's Bratts,
shall e're enjoy my Treasure,
I'll never own him for my Son;
so great is my displeasure.
The Cruel Father, thus unkind,
did make them both Distressed
For no subsistance could they fi [...]d
with wants they were oppressed.
So that the poor unhappy Bride,
with sorrow and vexation,
Her heart it broke, and soon she Dy'd,
While he made Lamentation.
Two pretty Babes she left behind,
wou'd move a Tark's compassion:
But yet the Squire's cruel mind;
retain'd his Indignation:
For when his Son on bended Knee;
implor'd some small assistance,
(Quoth he) bring not her Bratts to me:
But pray keep at a distance.
This answer fill'd his h [...]art with greif;
and brought dispair upon him,
Because he miss'd of all releif:
and friends they did disown him,
Disturbed mind and fearful Dreams:
did Night and Day Molest him,
Confused thoughts, and such extreams:
as more, and more oppress't him.
He set a Pistol to his Head,
which cut Lif's thread insunder:
And in his Chamber fell down Dead
which fill'd the Town with wonder:
Let all take warning by his fall:
dispair it was his Ruin
Take heed in time both great and small
for fear 'tis your undoing.
LONDON, Printed for P. Markham near Bridge-water-Square.