The Lamenting Ladies last farewell to the WORLD.  
Who being in a strange Exile bewales her own misery, complains upon Fortune and Destiny, describeth the manner of her breeding, deplores the loss of her parents wishing peace and happiness to England, which was her native Country, and withal resolved for death, cheerfully commendeth her soul to heaven, and her body to the earth, and quietly departed this life: Anno 1650.  
To an excellent new Tune, O hone, O hone.  
 

MOarnful Melpomeny  
assist my quill,  
That I may pensibly,  
now make my will,  
Guide thou my hand, so writs  
And sir ces to indite,  
A Ladies last good night,  
O pittty me.   

I that was nobly born.  
hither am sent:  
Like to a wretch forlorn,  
here to lament;  
In this most strange ersle  
Here to remain a while:  
Till heaven be pleased to smile:  
and send for me.   

My friends cannot come nigh  
me in this place:  
Nor bear me company  
such is my case,   

Poor I am left alone,  
But few regard my moan:  
All my delights are gone  
heaven succour me,   

Each day with cares and fears,  
I am perplexed,  
My drink is brinish tears  
with sorrow mixed.  
When others soundly sleep,  
I sadly sob and weep:  
Oppressed with dangers deep  
Lord comfort me.   

When England flourished,  
my parent's deer  
Tenderly nourished  
me many a year,  
I was advanced on high,  
In place of dignity,  
In olden bravery  
they decked me.   
 

My garments decked, with pearl  
richly approved,  
Never was English girls  
better beloved',  
Old and young, great and small  
Waited upon my call,  
I had the love of all,  
that did know me.   

But from my former state  
I am called back,  
Through destiny and fate,  
all goes to wrack,  
Fortune did lately frown,  
And caught me by the crown,  
So pulled me headlong down,  
oh woe is me.   

My dear friends are decayed,  
which loved me best,  
Never was harmless maid,  
so much distressed:  
My Father he is dead.  
My Mother banished,  
All sores are from me fled,  
Heaven comfort, me.   

How well are they at ease  
and sweetly blessed,   

That may go when they please  
and where they list  
To see their parent's kind,  
As nature doth them bind,  
Such joys I cannot find,  
Ah woe is me.   

All earthly helps are gone,  
I will and must  
Only in God alone  
Put my whole trust.  
O blessed Trinity,  
One God and persons three,  
Release my misery,  
and comfort me.   

No creature on the earth,  
can ease my grief,  
Until such time as death  
Yield me relief,  
A coffin and a grave,  
Is that which I would have,  
Sweet Christ my soul receive  
and succour me.   

My enemies that be,  
both great and small,  
Good Lord I pray to thee  
forgive them all.   

May England flourish brave,  
When I am laid in grave  
So thus I take my leave  
Christ calls for me.   

I have in heaven above  
a place prepared  
Never shall I depart  
from thence afterwards  
Go toll my passing bell,  
whilst Angels ring my knell,  
So vain world now farewell  
Christ sends for me.   

When she these words had spoke,  
with cheerful heart,  
The noble minded maid  
then did depart  
No doubt her souls at rest  
with them whom God hath blessed  
The last words she expressed.  
was, Christ calls for me    

London, Printed for Tho. Ver●at the sign of the angel without Newgate.