The London Damsels fate by unjust Tyranny: Or, the Rash Lover.  
Being a Relation of a handsome maid that was lately through the Tyranny of her Parents, forced from dearest, to one whom she hated, her Love for sorrow dies, she being distracted through grief and envy, first drinks poison, and then stabs herself, and died in great Desolation.  
Tune of Troy Town,  
 
 

ALl you that unto marriage tend,  
and give your hearts unto the fate,  
As maiden's hearts that way do bend,  
listen to what I shall relate;  
Where unjust choice through Tyranny,  
did bring this maids to misery.   

She loved a youngman passing well,  
whose youth and fortune did advance  
Both Spain and Holland as men tell,  
and eke the glorious Court of France;  
But as her Love she oft applied,  
her Parents-crossness still denied.   

Yet she insisted in her Love,  
and to her dearest gave her Heart,  
Protesting still that death should prove  
her mortal soul e'er she would part:  
Never did Turtles more invest  
a constancy in each one's breast.   

She often clasped about his Neck  
her Crystal Arms, as Lovers do,  
But little thought those signs a check  
to bring her kindness unto woe:  
Till pevish Parents by their will  
those tender hopes of joy did kill.   

Her Lover used to make great moan,  
saying, if she were ever fled,  
His would then be left alone,  
and in short space of time be dead:  
That such departing once away  
would quickly bring his fatal day.   

No sooner had these Lovers gave  
each others hands and hearts also,  
But her cross mother brings a slave,  
whom she would have her married to,  
Crossing her love to please her will,  
because she would her mind fulfil.   

Her Parents still made no delay  
to hasten her unto their choice,  
But what she proffered they cried nay,  
and made it go by th' major voice:  
Forcing her to be made a wife  
to whom she ne'er loved in her life.   

Alas she cried her heart she had given  
unto her dearest love and joy,  
Wishing a thousand times to Heaven  
and Mother, that they'd not destroy  
So dear a heart and force her mind  
to whom she ne'er could passion find.   

Those sighs and tears could not prevail  
against her stubborn Parents heart,  
The more she begged the more they railed  
saying, she and her love must part,  
And under duty fix her mind  
unto the match they had designed.   

She now being banished from her Love,  
and wedding day now drawing on,  
She must be forced her will to move  
on whom she ne'er could look upon,  
Abjuring oft his very sight,  
& wished Heaven would obscure the light   

For all these tears her friends increased  
in Tyranny still more and more,  
So that the Parson never ceased  
till he had read the Wedlock o'er.  
Yet she did speechless still remain,  
whilst tears & sighs dropped down amain   

Then coming home with hand and Eyes  
erected up to Heaven, she prays,  
(With Penetrable sighs and cries)  
some slander by to end her days?  
Wishing to Heaven that it would  
let the Earth sink whereon she stood.   

In the mean time her only dear  
whose Parents Tyranny did part,  
These tidings which came to his ear,  
within short space did break his heart:  
Which then did so enrage her grief,  
she gave the world o'er for relief.   

Now therefore falling in a trance,  
like one distracted or possessed▪  
Fancying the Furies turned her dance,  
her wand'ring mind could take no rest:  
Which then did so enrage her fate,  
her friends then grieved, but 'twas too late   

Thus poor distracted woman she  
for some few days in torture groan,  
Her thoughts increase her misery,  
and Parents then too late bemoan.  
Then sitting on her mournful bed.  
with poison in glass these words she said.   

Love, though thou art gone I am thy wife.  
and this same health I drink for thee,  
Thou that art dearer than my life,  
why should we longer absent be?  
Come gentle glass one kiss of thine  
shall send me to my love divine.   

Then lifting up her steady hand  
as if of her death were afraid,  
From which with Dagger at command  
with sighs & groans these words she said  
Since unto him my heart I own,  
I'll pay my debts the world shall know   

Thus in a trice her life was gone,  
and blood which for her Love was fled,  
Now Harents well might sigh and groan  
for now alas they found her dead,  
They grieve and curse their fatal breath,  
as Accessaries of her death.   

Lament and grieve they might in vain,  
and to the stones declare their grief,  
None sought to remedy their pain,  
nor to their sorrows give relief:  
That had thus through their Tyranny  
brought their own Child to misery.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West smithfield.