An Answer to the The Unfortunate Lady. Who Hanged herself in Dispair: Containing her Lover's Lamentation for her Untimely Destiny; Together with the Apparition of her Bleeding Ghost in his silent Chamber.  
To the Tune of, The Languishing Swain.  
Licenced according to Order.  

I.  
What dismal tidings do I hear,  
The fatal ruin of my Dear,  
Who did her dearest Life destroy,  
When she might not her Love enjoy.   

II.  
Which grieves me to the very Soul,  
In sorrow I her Death condole;  
No peace nor comfort can I find,  
The thoughts of her runs in my mind.   

III.  
Each Night when  I close mine Eyes,  
Methinks I hear her dismal Cries,  
Saying, my Love I died for thee;  
And than her bleeding Ghost I see.   

iv  
Then with a Voice both sharp and shrill,  
She does my silent Chamber fill,  
And with a sigh and bitter groan,  
She does express her piteous moan.   

V  
Alas! although I did appear  
Thus in the Chamber of my Dear,  
He never wronged his Lover, no,  
'Twas Parents proved my overthrow.   

VI  
I know the tender Turtle-Doves,  
Was ne'er more constant to their Loves,  
Then thee and I has been, she cried,  
And yet, alas! for Love I died.   

VII.  
I was to thee as dear as Life,  
My Friends has caused all the strife;  
They sought for Wealth and Riches store,  
When Love had won the Field before.   

VIII.  
'Cause thou didst not in Wealth abound  
My near Relations on thee frowned,  
And I was posted strait from thee,  
And by that means have ruined me.   

IX.  
They sent me word that thou wert Wed  
Which tidings almost struck me dead;  
Unto Dispair I strait did run,  
O see what cursed Gold has done!   

X.  
Then with a sigh and dismal groan,  
She strait departs, leaves me alone;  
Where I in sorrow weeping lie,  
To think of Parent's Cruelty.   

XI.  
Sure Friends was never more to blame,  
How could they such a Letter frame,  
That I another Choice had made?  
By this her Life they soon betrayed.   

XII.  
She well might be amazed, that I  
Should guilty be of Perjury,  
And leave a loyal Love at last,  
When many solemn Vows had passed.   

XIII.  
She's gone, and I am left behind:  
Now since I can no Comfort find;  
Come Death and prove a Friend to me,  
O let me Die as well as she:   
FINIS.   

 head and foot-piece with memento mori theme 
MEMENTO MORI    

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.