The Maiden's complaint of her Love's inconstancy, Showing it forth in every degree: 
 
She being left as one forlorn,  
With sorrows she herself to adorn,  
And seems for to lament and mourn.   
To a delicate new tune.  

 

YOu Maids and wives, and women kind,  
Give ear, and you shall hear my mind,  
Wherein I'll show most perfectly,  
A false Youngman's inconstancy:  
For which I sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see false men no faith can keep.   

I love where I have cause to hate,  
Such is my foolish fickle state,  
My time I spend in grief and woe,  
Which, sure will be my overthrow:  
I sigh, and sob, and then do weep,  
For that false men no faith can keep.   

My Love to me doth prove untrue,  
And seems to bid me now adieu:  
O hateful wretch, and most unkind,  
To bear so false and wicked mind:  
It makes me sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see false men no faith can keep.   

he's fled and gone, for which I grieve,  
I wish no Maiden him believe,  
For he with tempting speeches will  
Seek others now for to beguile:  
●hat they with me may sigh and weep,  
And say that men no faith can keep.   

Shall I be bound that may be free?  
Shall I love them that love not me?  
Why should I thus seem to complain?  
I see I cannot him obtain.  
Which makes me sob, and sigh, and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.   

O shall I weep, or shall I sing?  
I know not which will at mourning:  
If that I weep 'twill breed me pains,  
If that I sing 'twill ease my brain:  
Therefore I'll sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see false men no faith can keep,   

The jewel's lost, the thief is fled,  
And I lie wounded in my bed:  
If to repent I should begin,  
They'll say 'twas I that let him in:  
Therefore I'll sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see false men no faith can keep.   

My mind to him was always true,  
For which I now have cause to me:  
Would I had never seen his face,  
Nor tredethe paths of Cupid's race:  
For now I sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see false men no faith can keep.    

The second part,  
To the same tune.  
 

What hay hath any he or she,  
That can but live at liberty,  
And not be troubled as I am,  
As by my Song you understand,  
It makes me sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see false men no saith can keep.   

I cannot take my quiet rest,  
To think on him that I loved best:  
Sometimes when I do think to sleep,  
Then thought of him makes me to weep:  
I cannot choose but sigh, and sob,  
To think of him that doth me rob.   

'tis true indeed he robbeth me,  
Of my content and liberty:  
My heart can now no comfort find,  
To think on him that proves unkind:  
I cannot choose but sigh and weep,  
To see false men no faith can keep.   

My head doth ache, mine eyes are sore,  
And I can find no help therefore:  
My body's faint, and I am weak,  
My tongue is tied▪ I cannot speak:  
Yet still I sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.   

My days are short, my life's not long,  
I cannot well declare my wrong:  
Yet in some part, I here do show,  
That you the cause hereof may know:  
Wherefore I sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.   

His tempting eyes, and smiling looks,  
Now seem to me like baited hooks,  
Which are but laid for to betray  
The Fish that's greedy of his prey:  
Therefore I sob, and sigh, and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.   

When first with me he came in place,  
He did me with his arms embrace:  
He kissed me on't, and swore that he  
Would never have no one but me:  
Yet now he makes me sob and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.   

With words most fair he did entreat,  
Until my favour he did get:  
But him uncertain I do find.  
And changing like the wavering wind:  
Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.   

He vowed to bear a faithful mind,  
But he is otherwise inclined:  
He now doth seem as strange to me,  
I cannot have his company:  
Which makes me sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.   

Thus seems my Love to do me wrong,  
Wherefore I'll here conclude my Song:  
I'll never trust false men no more,  
Nor do as I have done before:  
For which I sigh, and sob, and weep,  
To see that men no faith can keep.    
FINIS.   

Printed at London for E. W. dwelling at Christs-Church Gate.