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            <head>The London Damſels fate by unjuſt Tyrany: Or, the Raſh Lover.</head>
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               <p>Being a Relation of a handſome maid that was lately through the Tyranny of her Parents, forced from deareſt, to one whom ſhe hated, her Love for ſorrow dyes, ſhe being diſtracted through grief and envy, firſt drinks poyſon, and then ſtabs herſelf, and dyed in great Deſolation.</p>
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            <opener>Tune of Troy Town,</opener>
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               <l>ALl you that unto marriage tend,</l>
               <l>and give your hearts unto the fate,</l>
               <l>As maidens hearts that way do bend,</l>
               <l>liſten to what I ſhall relate;</l>
               <l>Where unjuſt choice through Tyrany,</l>
               <l>did bring this maids to miſery.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>She lov'd a youngman paſſing well,</l>
               <l>whoſe youth and fortune did advance</l>
               <l>Both <hi>Spain</hi> and <hi>Holland</hi> as men tell,</l>
               <l>and eke the glorious Court of <hi>France;</hi>
               </l>
               <l>But as her Love ſhe oft applyed,</l>
               <l>her Parents-croſsneſs ſtill deny'd.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Yet ſhe inſiſted in her Love,</l>
               <l>and to her deareſt gave her Heart,</l>
               <l>Proteſting ſtill that death ſhould prove</l>
               <l>her mortal ſoul e'r ſhe would part:</l>
               <l>Never did Turtles more inveſt</l>
               <l>a conſtancy in each ones breaſt.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>She often clasp't about his Neck</l>
               <l>her Chriſtal Arms, as Lovers do,</l>
               <l>But little thought thoſe ſigns a check</l>
               <l>to bring her kindneſs unto woe:</l>
               <l>Till peviſh Parents by their will</l>
               <l>thoſe tender hopes of joy did kill.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Her Lover us'd to make great moan,</l>
               <l>ſaying, if ſhe were ever fled,</l>
               <l>His would then be left alone,</l>
               <l>and in ſhort ſpace of time be dead:</l>
               <l>That ſuch departing once away</l>
               <l>would quickly bring his fatal day.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>No ſooner had theſe Lovers gave</l>
               <l>each others hands and hearts alſo,</l>
               <l>But her croſs mother brings a ſlave,</l>
               <l>whom ſhe would have her married to,</l>
               <l>Croſſing her love to pleaſe her will,</l>
               <l>becauſe ſhe would her mind fulfill.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>Her Parents ſtill made no delay</l>
               <l>to haſten her unto their choice,</l>
               <l>But what ſhe proffer'd they cryed nay,</l>
               <l>and made it go by th' major voice:</l>
               <l>Forcing her to be made a wife</l>
               <l>to whom ſhe ne'r lov'd in her life.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>Alas ſhe cry'd her heart ſhe had given</l>
               <l>unto her deareſt love and joy,</l>
               <l>Wiſhing a thouſand times to Heaven</l>
               <l>and Mother, that they'd not deſtroy</l>
               <l>So dear a heart and force her mind</l>
               <l>to whom ſhe ne'r could paſſion find.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thoſe ſighs and tears could not prevaile</l>
               <l>againſt her ſtubborn Parents heart,</l>
               <l>The more ſhe beg'd the more they rail<gap reason="illegible: missing" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
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               <l>ſaying, ſhe and her love muſt part,</l>
               <l>And under duty fix her mind</l>
               <l>unto the match they had deſign'd.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>She now being baniſht from her Love,</l>
               <l>and wedding day now drawing on,</l>
               <l>She muſt be forc'd her will to move</l>
               <l>on whom ſhe ne'r could look upon,</l>
               <l>Abjuring oft his very ſight,</l>
               <l>&amp; wiſh't Heaven would obſcure the light</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>For all theſe tears her friends increas'd</l>
               <l>in Tyranny ſtill more and more,</l>
               <l>So that the Parſon never ceas'd</l>
               <l>till he had read the Wedlock o're.</l>
               <l>Yet ſhe did ſpeechleſs ſtill remain,</l>
               <l>whilſt tears &amp; ſighs dropt down amain</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>Then coming home with hand and Eyes</l>
               <l>erected up to Heaven, ſhe prays,</l>
               <l>(With Penetrable ſighs and cries)</l>
               <l>ſome ſtander by to end her days?</l>
               <l>Wiſhing to Heaven that it wou'd</l>
               <l>let the Earth ſink whereon ſhe ſtood.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>In the mean time her only dear</l>
               <l>whoſe Parents Tyrany did part,</l>
               <l>Theſe tydings which came to his ear,</l>
               <l>within ſhort ſpace did break his heart:</l>
               <l>Which then did ſo enrage her grief,</l>
               <l>ſhe gave the world o're for relief.</l>
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               <l>Now therefore falling in a trance,</l>
               <l>like one diſtracted or poſſeſt<g ref="char:punc">▪</g>
               </l>
               <l>Fancying the Furies turn<gap reason="illegible: missing" extent="1 letter">
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               <l>her wandring mind could take no reſt:</l>
               <l>Which then did ſo enrage her fate,</l>
               <l>her friends then griev'd, but 'twas too late</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>Thus poor diſtracted woman ſhe</l>
               <l>for ſome few dayes in torture groan,</l>
               <l>Her thoughts increaſe her miſery,</l>
               <l>and Parents then too late bemoan.</l>
               <l>Then ſitting on her mournfull bed.</l>
               <l>with poyſon in glaſs theſe words ſhe ſaid.</l>
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            <lg>
               <l>Love, though thou art gone I am thy wife.</l>
               <l>and this ſame health I d<gap reason="illegible: missing" extent="1 letter">
                     <desc>•</desc>
                  </gap>ink for thee,</l>
               <l>Thou that art dearer then my life,</l>
               <l>why ſhould we longer abſent be?</l>
               <l>Come gentle glaſs one kiſs of thine</l>
               <l>ſhall ſend me to my love divine.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Then lifting up her ſtedy hand</l>
               <l>as if of her death were afraid,</l>
               <l>From which with Dagger at command</l>
               <l>with ſighs &amp; groans theſe words ſhe ſaid</l>
               <l>Since unto him my heart I owe,</l>
               <l>I'le pay my debts the world ſhall know</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Thus in a trice her life was gone,</l>
               <l>and blood which for her Love was fled,</l>
               <l>Now Harents well might ſigh and groan</l>
               <l>for now alas they found her dead,</l>
               <l>They grieve and curſe their fatal breath,</l>
               <l>as Acceſſaries of her death.</l>
            </lg>
            <lg>
               <l>Lament and grieve they might in vain,</l>
               <l>and to the ſtones declare their grief,</l>
               <l>None ſought to remedy their pain,</l>
               <l>nor to their ſorrows give relief:</l>
               <l>That had thus through their Tyrany</l>
               <l>brought their own Child to miſery.</l>
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            <p>Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Weſt ſmithfield.</p>
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