The desperate Damsels Tragedy. OR The faithless young man.  
To the tune of Dulcina.  

IN the gallant month of june,  
When sweet roses are in prime,  
A●d each bird with a several tune,  
Harmoniously salutes the time:  
then to delight,  
my appetite  
I walked into a meadow fair,  
and in a sh●de  
I spied a maid  
Whose love had brought her to despair.   

She her hands sat sadly wring  
Making piteous exclamation,  
Upon a false Young man for bringing  
Her into this great vexation:  
Quoth she false youth,  
Is there no truth,  
In thee, of Faith hast thou no share?  
no thou hast none,  
'tis to well known:  
By me poor wretch now in despair   

How oftentimes hast thou protested  
That thou lovest me well indeed?  
And I performed what was requested,  
Tw● much trust my woe doth breed:  
I let thee have  
what thou didst crave,  
●educed by thy speeches fair,  
and having had,  
thy will false lad,  
At last thou left'st me in despair.   

My dearest jewel thou hast taken,  
Which should stand me in great stead,  
A●d now thou hast me quite forsaken,  
And art like false Aeneas fled,  
from Dido ●●ue:  
what can ensue,  
This faithless deed ● but to end my care,  
like her a knife,  
must end my life  
For I like her am in despair.   

Then sith 'tis so, come gentle death,  
I yield myself unto thy power.  
Most willing to resign my breath,  
I am this instant time and hour:  
let thy kéene dart,  
such force impart  
That I may die, o● do not spare,  
from earth I came,  
and willing a●,  
Hence to return with grim despair:   

When she these bitter words had spoken  
From her mind so fraught with woe,  
Her heart was in her bosom broken  
Tears abundantly did flow,  
from h●r fair eyes,  
then to the skies,  
She did direct her hands with prayer,  
and seemed to move,  
the powers above,  
To scourge the cause of her despair.   

The second part, To the same tune.  

YOu Gods (quoth she) I invocate,  
That as your judgements still are just,  
My wrongs I pray you vindicate,  
Oh may no Maid that young man trust:  
henceforth may he  
so wretched be,  
That none for him at all shall care,  
but that he may  
for his foul play,  
Be brought like me to grim despair.   

Having made an end of praying,  
Suddenly she drew a knife,  
A●d I that near unseen was staying,  
Ran in haste to save her life,  
but ere that I  
to her could cry,  
That her o●ne life she might forbear,  
she Dido-like  
her heart did strike,  
Thus died the Damsel in despair.   

With such force herself she stabbed,  
Blood ran out abundantly,  
My heart within my bosom throbbed,  
To behold this Tragedy;  
Yet though she bled,  
she was scarce dead,  
But gasping lay with her last air,  
and unto me  
she spoke words three,  
Which showed the cause of her despair.   

Sir (quoth she) muse not to see me  
Desperately myself to slay,  
For his fatal stroke doth free me  
From disgrace another way:  
My honours dead,  
my credits fled,  
Why therefore should I live in care:  
this being spoke,  
her heart strings broke,  
Thus died the Damsel in despair.   

When death had done his worst unto her,  
I did wishly on her look,  
And by her favour I did know her.  
Therefore I my journey took  
Unto the Town,  
where she was known,  
And to her friends I did declare  
what dismal fate  
had happed of late,  
Unto this Damsel in despair.   

With brinish tears her friends lamented,  
To hear of her timeless end,  
And every one in grief consented,  
And with me along did w●nd  
Unto the place  
where lay that face,  
That late alive was fresh and fair,  
now won and pale  
cause life did fail,  
Her life she ended in despair.   

When this was told to her false Lover,  
He was of his wits distraught,  
And wildly ran the Country over,  
Home héeed by no means be brought:  
Let this Tale then  
warn all young men,  
Unconstancy still to forbear,  
For he betrayed  
this harmless Maid  
Unto her death through grim despair,  M. P.  
FINIS.    

London Printed for H. G.