A mournful Caral: Or, An Elegy, Lamenting the Tragic, en 〈…〉 unfortunate Faithful Lovers, Frankin and Cordelius, he being slain, she flew herself with her Dagger.  
To a new Tune, called, Franklin is fled away.  
 

F●in my loyal friend, O hone, o hone,  
In whom my joy do end, O hone, o hone,  
Frankin my heart's delight,  
Since last he took his flight,  
bids now the world good night, O hone, o hone,   

Frankin, is fled and gone, O hone, o hone,  
And left me here alone, O hone, o hone,  
Frankin is fled away,  
The glory of the May,  
Who can but mourn and say, O hone, o hone   

Frankin beloved of all, O hone, o hone,  
Ladies lament his fall, O hone, o hone,  
Come mourn upon his shrine,  
You Lady Muses nine,  
And Matrons all divine, O hone, o hone,   

Frankin with comely grace, O hone, o hone,  
Courted with kind embrace, O hone, o hone,  
Till Mars did hear control,  
And his affection stole,  
to heaven bequeathed his soul O hone, o hone   

Frankin did please the Dames, O hone, o hone,  
None could resist his Flames, O hone, o hone  
Virgins lament the day,  
That Frankin fled away,  
How can we choose but say, O hone, o hone.   

Frankin why wouldst thou go, O hone, o hone,  
To Battle with thy Foe, O hone, oh hone,  
Thy solemn obsequies,  
With watery dropping eyes,  
A mournful sacrifice, O hone a hone.   

frankin which graced the swains, O hone o hone  
Sported upon the Plains, O hone, o hone,  
With all the Royal train,  
Faithful he did remain,  
Until my Lord was slain, O hone, o hone,   
 
 

FRankin why wouldst thou die, O hone, o hone,  
Regarding not my cry, O hone, o hone,  
Lovesick in every vein,  
Oppressed with grief and pain:  
And so I shall remain, O hone, o hone.   

Frankin the pride of men, O hone, o hone,  
None flourish like him then,  
till death without remorse,  
took Frankin hence by force,  
I must bewail his Course, O hone, o hone,   

In the Elysium Fields, O hone, o hone,  
Much joy and pleasure yields, O hone, o hone,  
there Frankin Sainted is,  
enjoying Lovers bliss.  
The Earthly mould I'll kiss, O hone, o hone,   

〈◊〉 under this stone, O hone, o hone,  
His corpses remain alone, O hone, o hone,  
Come drop with me a tear,  
All you that faithful are,  
Such zealous thoughts I bear, O hone, o hone   

Frankin I come to thee, O hone, o hone,  
To end my misery, O hone, o hone,  
The world I plainly find,  
A hell unto my mind,  
Thou art so true and kind, O hone, o hone.   

I count there is no bliss, O hone, o hone,  
But where my true love is, O hone, o hone,  
To toul my mournful bell,  
There's heaven where Frank doth dwell  
Now must I bid farewell, O hone, o hone,   

This Dagger in my hand, O hone, o hone,  
My life shall soon command, O hone, o hone,  
And with this fatal Dart,  
I'll stab my Lovesick heart,  
Ending a Lover's part, O hone, o hone.   

Thus did she end her life, O hone, o hone,  
Which should have been his wife, O hone, o hone  
Youngmen and Virgins all,  
Lament these Lovers fall,  
Gracing their Funeral, O hone, o hone.    

Printed for M. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright, I. Clerk, W. Thackeray, and T. Passenger.,