True Lovers Extremity; OR, The Maidens miserable Moan.  
This Charming Fair, through deep Dispair,  
did end her Days in Grief:  
To Death alone, she made her moan,  
who yielded her Relief.  
To the Tune of, Charon make haste, etc.  

This may be Printed,  
R. P.   
 
 

I Having an hour of time and leisure,  
strait to the Valley I did repair,  
And where I resolved to take my Pleasure,  
among the Lilies so sweet and fair.  
I in a moment was amazed,  
hearing a youthful Damsel cry,  
As in a Passion her Voice she raised,   

never was Lover more true than I   
 

Then I being willing to know the reason  
of the sad moan which the Damsel made,  
There I resolved to tarry a season,  
strait with a sorrowful sigh she said,  
He made a Vow and now he foregoes it,  
I never knew the reason why;  
While I was with him, full well he knows it,   

never was Lover more true than I   

Down from her Eyes then her Tears they were flowing  
so that her Passion increased sore;  
To her alas! I would fain have been going,  
but that I feared to offend her more:  
Her very Tears and Sighs did grieve me,  
the which did seem to pierce the Sky,  
Saying, alas! though my Love does leave me   

never was Creature more true than I   

When he did call me his dear Love and jewel,  
making to me a most solemn Vow,  
I never thought he could have been so cruel  
as to my Sorrow I find him now.  
By his fair Words I was deluded  
therefore I here in Sorrow lie,  
Tho' from his presence I am excluded   

never was Creature more true than I   

Strephon he oftentimes sued for my favour,  
never was any young Swain so kind,  
But my Affections was settled for ever,  
I cannot waver with any Wind  
No other Swain shall e'er enjoy me,  
I for his sake had rather die,  
Tho' by Unkindness he does destroy me,   

never was Creature more true than I   

Long was I wooed e'er he once could obtain me,  
fearing, alas! what I find too true,  
He most unworthily now does refrain me,  
here may I bid all my joys adieu:  
This yielding Heart has proved my ruin,  
here in this silent Grove I'll die,  
Nothing but Sorrows I find ensuing,   

never was Creature more true than I   

I'll bid adieu to that ungrateful Creature  
which is the cause of my grief and woe,  
Death I desire, there's nothing more sweeter  
to the Elysium Shades I'll go;  
Where with young Lovers I will wander,  
free from this sad Extremity;  
I cannot bear what I now lie under,   

never was Creature more true than I   

With that her speech began for to fail her,  
saying, Farewell to my unkind Love.  
Every Creature did seem to bewail her,  
nothing was pleasant in all the Grove:  
Her silken Locks, alas, she rended,  
saying, I here for Love must Die!  
With these last words then her Sorrows ended.   

never was Creature more true than I    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in Pie-corner.