The woeful lamentation of Mistress jane Shore a Goldsmith's wife of London, sometimes K. Edwards Concubine, who for her wanton life came to a most miserable end.  
Set forth for an example to all lewd women.  
To the tune of Live with me.  
 depiction of Jane Shore  

IF Rosamond that was so fair,  
Had cause her sorrows to declare,  
●hen let jane Shore with sorrow sing,  
●hat was beloved of a King:  
●hen wanton wives in time amend,  
〈◊〉 love and beauty will have end.  
〈◊〉 ●●● den years my beauty bright,  
〈◊〉 loved dear of Lord & Knight:  
●ut yet the love that they required,  
〈◊〉 than was not as my friends desired.  
My Parents they for thirst of gain,  
A husband for me did obtain:  
and I their pleasure to fulfil,  
●as forced to wed against my will.  
〈◊〉 Matthew Shore I was a wife,  
●ill Lust brought ruin to my life:  
●nd then my life so lewdly spent,  
now makes my soul for to lament.  
●n Lumbardstreet I once did dwell,  
〈◊〉 London yet can witness well:  
●●ere many Gallants did behold  
〈◊〉 beauty in a shop of gold.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my plumes as wantoness do,  
●●●e sweet and secret friend to woe,  
●●●ause my love I did not find,  
agreeing to my wanton mind.  
At last my name at Court did ring,  
Into the ears of England's King,  
who came and liked, & love required,  
●ut I made coy what he desired  
〈◊〉 Mistress Blage a neighbour near,  
●●●●e friendship I esteemed dear,  
〈◊〉 ●●y it was a ga●●●nt t●ing,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 beloved of a King.  
〈◊〉 ●●r persuasions I was led,  
〈◊〉 ●o d●●●●● my marriage bed,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my wed●ed husband's Shore,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●●●s before  
In heart and mind I did rejoice,  
That I had made so sweet a choice:  
and therefore did my state resign,  
to be King Edward's Concubine.  
From City then to Court I went,  
And reaped the pleasures of content:  
I had the joys that love did bring,  
and knew the secrets of a King.  
When I was thus advanced on high,  
Commanding Edward with mine eye  
for Mistress Blage I in short space,  
obtained a living of his Grace.  
No friend I had but in short time,  
I made unto promotion clime:  
but yet for all this costly pride,  
my husband could not me abide.  
His bed though wronged by a King,  
His heart with grief did deadly sting:  
from England soon he goes his way,  
to end his life upon the Sea.  
He could not live to see his fame,  
Impaired by my wanton shame:  
although a Prince of peerless might  
did reap the pleasures of his right.  
Long time I lived in the Court,  
With Lords & Ladies of great port:  
for when I smiled all men were glad▪  
and when I mourned my prince grew sad,  
But yet an honest mind I bore,  
To helpless people that were poor:  
I still redressed the Orphans cry,  
& saved their lives condemned to die.  
I still had ruth on widow's tears,  
I succoured babes of tender years:  
and never looked for other gain,  
but love and thanks for all my pain.  
At last my Royal King did dye,  
And then my days of woe drew dye;  
for when K. Richard got the crown,  
sweet Edward's friends were soon put down.  
I was then punished for the sin,  
That I so long had lived in:  
yea every one that was my friend,  
that tyrant brought to timeless end.  
Then for my lewd and wanton life,  
Who made a Strumpet of a Wife:  
I penance did in London street,  
in shameful manner in a sheet.  
Where many thousands did me vi●●  
That late in Court my credit knew:  
which made the tears run down my face  
to think upon my foul disgrace.  
Not thus content, they took from me,  
My goods, my liuings, and my fee:  
& charged that none should me relieve  
nor any succour to me give.  
Then unto Mistress Blage I went,  
To ●hom my jewels I had sent,  
in hope thereby to ease my want,  
when riches failed, & love grew scant  
But she denied me the same,  
When in my need for them I came:  
to recompense my former love,  
out of the doors she did me shove.  
Thus love did vanish with my state,  
Which now my soul reputes too late▪  
therefore example take by me,  
that friendship parts in poverty.  
But yet a friend amongst the rest,  
Whom I before had seen distressed,  
and saved his life being judged to di●▪  
did give me food to secure me.  
For which by Law it was decreed,  
That he was hanged for his good deed:  
his death did grieve me ten times more,  
than I had died myself therefore.  
Then those to whom I had done good,  
Durst not restore me any food:  
whereby in vain I begged all day,  
and still in street by night I lay.  
My gowns beset with pearl and gold,  
Were turned to simple garments cold:  
my chains, and gems, & golden rings,  
to filthy rags and loathsome things.  
Thus was I scorned of maid and wife,  
For leading s●●● a wicked life:  
both sucking babes, and children small▪  
did make a pastime of my fall.  
I could no● get one bit of bread,  
Whereby my hunger might be fed:  
nor drink but such as kennel yields,  
or stinking ditches in the fields.  
Thus weary of my life at length,  
I yielded up my vital strength:  
within a ditch of loathsome sent,  
where carrion dogs do much frequent▪  
Which Ditch now since my dying day,  
Is Shoreditch called, as Writers say,  
which is a witness for my sin,  
for being Concubine to a King.  
You wanton wives that fall to lust,  
Be you assured that God is just,  
whoredom shall not escape his hand,  
nor bide unpunished in the Land.  
If God to me such shame did bring,  
That yielded only to a King,  
how shall they scape that daily run  
to practise s●●ne with every man.  
You husbands match not but for love  
Lest some misliking after prove:  
women be warned when you are 〈◊〉  
what plagues are due to lustful livers.  
Then wanton wives in time amend,  
For love and beauty will have end.  
FINIS.   

At London printed by 〈…〉   

The second part of jane Shore: wherein h●● sorrowful husband bewaileth his own esta●●, 〈◊〉 wife's wantonness, the wrongs of marriage, and the fall of pride: a warning for all wanton women to take heed by.  
To the tune of Live with me.  

IF she that was fair London's pride,  
For beauty famed both far and wide,  
With Swanlike sung in sadness told  
Her deep distresses manifold:  
then in the same let me also,  
now bear a part of such like woe.   
The description of jane Shore. This woman's beauty hath been highly praised by a famous Writer that lived in her time, named Sr Thomas Moor, who described her in this manner: before her death she was poor & aged, her stature was mean, her hair of a dark yellow, her face round & full, her eyes grey, her body fat, white and smooth, her countenance cheerful like to her condition. There is a Picture of hers now to be seen in London, it is such as she was when she rose out of her bed in the morning, having nothing on but a rich Mantle cast under one arm over her shoulder, and sitting in a Chair, on which her naked arm did lie. What her Father's name was, or where she was borne, is not certainly known, but her Husband Matthew Shore, a young man of right good parentage, wealth and behaviour, abandoned her bed after the King had made her his Concubine.  

Kind Matthew Shore men called me,  
A Goldsmith once of good degree,  
And might have lived long therein,  
Had not my Wife been wooed to sin▪  
ah gentle jane thy wanton race,  
hath brought us both to this disgrace.   

Thou hadst all things at wish and will,  
Thy wanton fancy to fulfil;  
No London Dame or Merchant's wife,  
Did lead so sweet and brave a life:  
then gentle jane the truth report,  
why leftest thou me to live in Court?   

Thou hadst both gold and jewels store,  
No wife in London then had more:  
And once a week to walk the field,  
To see what pleasure it would yield:  
but woe to me, that liberty  
hath brought us both to misery,   

I wedded thee whilst thou wert young,  
Before thou knewst what did belong  
To husband's love, or marriage state,  
Which brings repentance now too late:  
thus wanton pride made thee unjust,  
and so deceived was my trust.   

But when the King possessed my room,  
And cropped the gallant Rosy bloom,  
Fair London's blossom and my joy,  
My heart was drowned in deep annoy:  
to think how unto public shame,  
thy wanton love brought my good name.   

And then me thought each man & wife,  
In jesting sort accused my life,  
And every one to other said,  
that Shore's fair wife had wanton played▪  
whereby I grew in mind to change  
my dwelling in some country strange.   

Then lands and goods I sold away,  
And so from England went to sea,  
Oppressed with grief and woeful mind,  
But left my cause of grief behind:  
my loving wife whom once I thought  
would never be to lewdness brought.   

But women now I well espy,  
Are subject to inconstancy,  
And few there be so true of love,  
But by long suit will wanton prove:  
for flesh is frail and women weak,  
when kings for love great suit do make   

But yet from England my depart,  
Was with a sad and heavy heart,  
Whereof when as my leave I took,  
I sent back many a heavy look,  
desiring God if it might be,  
to send one sigh sweet jane to thee.   

For if thou hadst but constant been,  
These days of woe I ne'er had seen:  
But yet I grieve ●●d mourn full sore,  
To think what plagues are kept in store  
for such as careless tread awry  
the modest steps of constancy.   

Ah gentle jane, if thou didst know  
The uncouth paths I daily go,  
And woeful tears for thee I shed,  
For wronging thus our marriage bed:  
then sure, I know, thou wouldst confess  
my love was true, though in distress.   

Both Flanders, France & Spain I passed,  
And came to Turkey at the last,  
And then within that mighty Court,  
I lived long in honest sort:  
desiring God that sits in heaven,  
that lover's sins might be forgiven.   

And there advanced thy lovely name,  
Of living wights the fairest Dame,  
The praise of England's beauties slain,  
All which thy Husband did maintain:  
and set thy picture there in gold,  
for Kings and Princes to behold.   

But when I thought upon the sin,  
Thy wanton thoughts delighted in,  
I grieved that such a comely face,  
Should hold true honour in disgrace:  
And counted it a luckless day,  
wherein thou first didst go astray.   

Desirous than some news to hear,  
Of her my soul did love so dear,  
My secrets then I did impart  
To one well skilled in Magic Art,  
who in a glass did true●● show  
such things as I desired to kn●●   

I there beheld thy Courtly stat●  
Thy pomp, thy pride, thy glor● 〈◊〉  
And likewise there I did beh●●●  
My jane in Edward's arms 〈◊〉  
thy secret love I there espie●  
thy rise, thy fall, and how th●● 〈◊〉   

Thy naked beauty in the street,  
I saw do penance in a sheet,  
Barefoot before a Beadle's wand,  
With burning Tapers in thy hand:  
and babes not having use of tongue,  
stood pointing as thou passed along.   

Thus ended was this shame of thine,  
Though God gave yet no end to mine▪  
When I supposed thy name forgot,  
And time had washed away the blot:  
then in another's Princes reign,  
I came to England back again.   

But finding here my friends decayed▪  
The Princes laws I disobaid,  
And by true justice judged to dye,  
For clipping gold in secrecy:  
by gold was my best living made▪  
and so by gold my life decayed.   

Thus have you heard the woeful strife,  
That came by my unconstant wife:  
Her fall, my death, wherein is she●●●  
The Story of a Strumpet le●●  
in hope thereby all wome● 〈◊〉  
take heed how they the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉    
FINIS.   

At London printed by G. ●.