The woeful Complaint and Lamentable Death of a Forsaken Lover.  
To pleasant New Tune.  
 

DOwn by a Forest as I did pass,  
To see abroad what sports there was,  
Walking by a pleasant Spring  
The Birds in sundry notes did sing.  
Long time I wandered here and there,  
To see what sports in Forrest were,  
At length I heard one make great moan,  
Saying from me all joys are gone.  
I gave good heed unto the same,  
Musing from whence this Echo came,  
And by no means I could devise,  
From whence this sorrowful sound did rise.  
But in that place I did remain,  
Until I heard it once again,  
Where presently I heard one say.  
O death come take my life away,  
I looked down on my right hand,  
A sort of pleasant Trees did stand,  
And under them I did behold,  
A pleasant place, with Shadows cold.  
A sumtuous Seat was in the same;  
Musing from whence this Echo come:  
Then in this place I did perceive  
A Gentleman most ●●ne and brave.  
And from that place he did come down,  
Casting from him his Morning Gown,  
Walking up and down that place,  
Methought a proper Man he was.  
Thus to himself he did lament,  
Wishing to God his days were spent;  
His torments did increase so sore,  
His heart was able to hear no more.  
I stepped into a hollow Tree,  
Because I would his passion see:  
With folded arms, looking to'th' Skies,  
The tears, alas, stood in his eyes.  
And careless of his life he seemed,  
Pity he was no more esteemed,  
Then down he lay upon the ground,  
No case of sorrow could be found.  
thus he lamented in woeful case,  
Seven long years, within few days;  
Saying while I live, I must remain,  
And find no help to ease my pain.  
For she that should my griefs remove,  
She doth disdain to be my love;  
And hath done so, since she did hear▪  
That I to her good will did bear.  
Ye Gods above come ease my pain,  
Sith heavy grief doth it constrain,  
For while my Corpse remain on earth,  
She'll 〈…〉 the causes of my death.  
And every Tree that here doth stand,  
Shall be engraven with my hand,  
That they long time may Witness bear,  
Love was the cause that I died here.  
Nature to her did so much right,  
And in as many Virtues dight,  
Scorning to take the help of art  
As ever did embrace a heart,  
Being so good, so truly cried  
O some for less were Deified;  
Full of pity as she may be,  
And yet perhaps not so to me.  
When first I saw her pleasant face,  
Methought a pleasant sight it was;  
Her beauty took my wits away,  
I knew not how one word to say,  
A Gentleman took her to Dance,  
She gallantly herself did prance▪  
And kept her steps all in one time,  
Which made me wish she had been mine.  
But when I thought she'd been mine own,  
Then was she furthest from me flown;  
She gave no ear unto my cry.  
Which makes me here in sorrow die.   
 

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Which to my pain I often find,  
Of all hopes I am beguiled,  
Which makes me walk the woods so wild.  
To silent Trees I made my moan,  
Tho birds and beasts did hear me groan;  
Yet she that could my sorrows remove,  
Disloyal wretch to me did prove,  
My love to her was constant pure,  
And to my end shall so endure:  
And jove to her I hope will send  
A grieved mind before her end.  
I have forsaken friends and Kin.  
My days to end these Woods within,  
My pleasures passed I now forsake,  
And of the world my leave I take.  
Bear witness Heaven of my grief,  
To ease my heart, send some relief;  
Fair maids unto your Loves be true,  
If the first be good, change not for a new.  
O young men oft be warned by me,  
Gaze not too much on woman's beauty;  
Lest that you be so fettered fast,  
You cannot be released at last.  
Some women's wiles are too much known,  
In love once changing stick to none;  
They swear they love you with their heart,  
When tongue and mind are both a part.  
My love to her I did reveal,  
And nothing from her did conceal;  
Though at first she seemed coy,  
She said I was her only joy.  
And none but I her love should have,  
What need I any more to crave?  
But Hoggard like, she me abused,  
Another taken and I refused  
When he'd bewailed his sorrows long,  
He took his Lute that by him hung;  
And on the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 sweetly played,  
While there upon these words he said:  
O Death when will that have come,  
That I have waited for so long?  
For while I live, I languish still,  
Finding no help to ease my ill.  
Then quite he flung his Lute away,  
And took his Sword that by him lay.  
Says oft hast thou been thy master's friend.  
And now thou must his torment end,  
He gave true Sentence in that place,  
To end his life in woeful ease;  
The Hilt he struck into the ground,  
And gave himself a deadly wound.  
Then unto him I ran amain,  
But O alas it was in vain:  
For long before to him I came,  
His Death he had upon the same.  
I found his Grave was ready made,  
Wherein I thought he should be laid:  
And in that place I laid him down,  
And over spread his Morning Gown,  
Over his Grave his sword I laid,  
Whereby his death he had received,  
Upon his Lute a Peal I rung,  
And by the place his Lute I hung,  
Then I beheld on every Tree  
Her name that was his only joy:  
Which long before his face did stand,  
Because she got the upper hand.  
This Maiden that did all this wrong,  
To live a Maid thought it o'er long?  
But married was to such a one,  
As daily made her sigh and groan.  
Her coyness to her former love,  
Disloyal now doth truly prove;  
Take heed fair Maidens for you see,  
Wrongs always will revenged he.    

Printed For A. Milbourne 〈…〉