The woeful Lamentation of Mistress Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometimes King Edward the seconds Concubine, who for her wanton life came to a miserable end. Set forth for the example of all lewd women.  
The tune is, Live with me.  
 
If Rosamond that was so fair  
Had cause her sorrows to declare.  
Then let Jane Shore with sorrow sing  
That was beloved of a king.  
then wanton wives in time amend,  
for love and beauty will have end.  
In Maiden years my beauty bright.  
Was loved dear of Lord and Knight,  
But yet the love that they required  
Then was not as my friends desired.  
My Parents they for thirst of gain,  
〈◊〉 Husband for me did obtain,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 their pleasure to fulfil,  
〈◊〉 ●orcd to wed against my will.  
〈◊〉 ●atthew Shore I was a Wife  
〈◊〉 Lust brought ruin to my life,  
〈◊〉 then my time so lewdly spent  
●ow makes my soul for to lament  
In Lombard street I once did dwell,  
As London yet can witness well,  
Where many gallants did behold  
My beauty in a shop of Gold.  
I spread my Plume as wantons do  
Some sweet and secret friend to woe,  
Because my love I did not find  
Agreeing to my wanton mind,  
At last my name in Court did ring,  
Into the ears of England's King,  
Who came and liked and love required  
But I made coy what he desired.  
Yet Mistress Blague a neighbour near  
Whose friendship I esteemed dear,  
Did say it was a gallant thing  
To be beloved of a King.  
By her persuasions I was led  
For to defile my marriage bed.  
And wrong my wedded husband Shore,  
Whom I had loved ten years before,  
In heart and mind I did rejoice  
That I had made so sweet a choice.  
And therefore did my state resign  
To be king Edward's Concubine.  
From City then to Court I went,  
And reaped the pleasures of content,  
I had the joys that love could bring,  
And knew the secrets of a King,  
When I was thus advanced on high,  
Commanding Edward with mine eye,  
For Mistress Blague I in short space  
obtained a living of his Grace.  
No friend I had but in short time  
I made unto promotion climb.  
But yet for all this costly pride  
My husband could not me abide,  
His bed though wronged by a King,  
His heart with grief did deadly sting.  
From England soon he goes away  
To end his life upon the Sea.  
He could not live to see his name  
Im●pared by my w●nton shame,  
Although a Prince of peerless might  
Did reap than pleusurs of his right,  
Long time I lived in the Court,  
With Lords and Ladies of great port  
For when I smiled all men were glad,  
but when I mourned my prin. grew sad  
But yet an honest mind I bore  
To helpless people that were poor,  
I still redressed the Orphans cry,  
And saved their lives condemned to die  
I still had ruth on widows' tears,  
I succoured babes of tender years,  
And never looked for other gain  
But love and thanks for all my pain.  
At last my royal King did die,  
And then my days of woe grew nigh,  
When Crookback Richard got the crown  
K. Edward's friends were soon put down  
I then was punished for my sin,  
That I so long had lived in,  
Yea every one that was his friend  
That tyrant brought to shameful end.  
Then for my rude and wanton life,  
That made a strumpet of a Wife,  
I penance did in Lombard street,  
In shameful manner in a sheet,  
Where many thousands did me view,  
Who late in Court my credit knew,  
Which made the tears run down my face  
To think upon my foul disgrace.  
Not thus content they took from me,  
My Goods, my Living and my Fee.  
And charged that none should me relive  
Nor any succour to me give.  
Then unto Mistress Blague I went  
To whom my jewels I had s●nt,  
In hope thereby to ease my want  
When riches failed and love grew scant.  
But she denied to me the same  
When in my need for them I came,  
To recompense my former love,  
Out of her doors she did me shove.  
So l●●e did vanish with my state,  
W●●●● now my soul repents too late  
Th●●●●ore example take by me  
For friendship parts in poverty,  
But yet one friend among the rest,  
Whom I before had seen distr●st  
And saved his life condemned to die  
Did give me food to succour me  
For which by Law it was decreed  
That he was hanged for this deed.  
His death did grieve me so much more  
Than had I died myself therefore  
Then those to whom I had done good  
Durst not restore me any food.  
Whereby in vain I begged all day,  
And still in streets by nights I lay  
My gowns beset with pearl and gold,  
Are turned to simple garments old  
My chains and gems and golden ●ings  
To filthy rags and loathsome things.  
Thus was I scorned of maid and wife,  
For leading such a wicked life.  
Both sucking babes and children small  
Did make a pastime at my fall,  
I could not get one bit of bread  
Whereby my hunger might be fed  
Nor drink but such as channels yields,,  
Or stinking ditch in the fields  
Thus weary of my life at length,  
I yielded up my vital strength  
Within a ditch of loathsome scent,  
Where carrion dogs do much frequent  
The which now since my dying day,  
Is Shoreditch called as writers say,  
Which is a witness of my sin,  
For being Concubine to a King.  
You wanton wives that fall to lust  
Be you assured that God is just.  
Whoredom shall not escape his hand,  
Nor pride unpunished in this Land.  
If God to me such shame should bring  
That yielded only to a King,  
How shall they escape th●● daily run  
To practice sin with every man?  
You husbands match not but for love,  
Leest some disliking after prove.  
Women be warned when you are wius  
What plagus belong to sinful lives.  
then maids and wius in time amend.  
for love and beauty will have end.   

T●● 〈…〉 his wives wantonness, the wrongs of marriage, the fall of pride being a warning for all women to take heed by.  
To the same tune.  
IF she that was fair London's Pride  
For beauty famed both far and wide.  
With swanlike Song in sadness told,  
Her deep distresses manifold.  
Then in the same let me also  
Now bear a part of such like woe  
Kind Matthew Shore men called me,  
A Goldsmith once of good degree  
And might have lived long therein  
Had not my wife been wool● to sin:  
Ah gentle jane thy wanton Race  
Hath brought us to this foul disgrace  
Thou hadst all things at wish and will  
Thy wanton fancy tu fulfil  
No London dame nor merchant's wife  
Did lead so sweet and pleasant life,  
Then gentle Jane the truth report,  
Why leftest thou me to live in Court,  
Thou hadst both gold and silver store,  
No wife in London then had more  
And once a ●●k to walk the field,  
To see what pleasure it would yield,  
But woe to me that liberty  
Hath brought us to this m●sery,  
I married the● wh●n thou wert young  
Before 〈◊〉 ●●●●●st what did belong  
To husb●●●● lov● or marriage state,  
W●●ch no● 〈◊〉 ●●●le repents too late  
Thus w●●●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thee unjust,  
And 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my trust,  
But 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 possessed my room,  
And cropped m● 〈◊〉 ●allant b●oom.  
Fair L●●●●●●●●●●●●me and my joy,  
My he●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in deep annoy,  
To th●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●blike shame:  
Thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●●●●ht my good name.  
And 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●ch man and wife,  
In je●●●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my life,  
And e●●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●ther said  
That Sh●●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the wanton played.  
Where●● 〈…〉 to change  
My dw●●●●●● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Country strange.  
My land's 〈◊〉 ●●●ds I sold away,  
And so from 〈◊〉 went to Sea  
Oppressed with g●●●● 〈◊〉 woeful mind.  
But left my cause of grief behind.  
My loving wife whom once I thought  
Would never be to lewdness brought,  
But women now I well espy  
Are subject to unconstancy.  
And few there be so true of love,  
But by long suit will wanton prove.  
For flesh is frail and women weak  
When Kings for love great suit do make  
But yet from England my depart  
Was with a sad and heavy heart.  
Whereat when as my leave I took,  
I sent back many a heavy by look.  
Desiring God if it might be  
To send one sigh sweet Jane to thee  
For if thou hadst but constant been  
These days of woe I ne'er had seen.  
But yet I grieve and mourn full sore,  
To thi●k what pl●gus are left in store  
For such as careless tread awry  
The modest steps o● 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 y.  
Ah gentle Jane if thou didst know  
The uncouth pa●hs I daily ●oe.  
And wo●●● tears for the I shed  
For wronging thus my marriage b●d  
Then sure I am thou wouldst confess  
My love was sure though in distress.  
Both Flanders France. & Spain I past  
And came to Turkey at the last  
And there within that mighty Court  
I lived long in honest sort,  
Desiring God that sits in Heaven  
That Lovers sins might be forgiven.  
I there advanced thy loving name,  
Of living Wights the fairest Dame.  
The praise of E●●●●●ds beauty stain  
All which thy husband did maintain.  
And set thy picture there in Gold  
For Kings and Princes to behold,  
But when I thought upon thy sin  
thy wanton thoughts delighted in,  
I grieved that such a comely face  
Should hold true honour in disgrace.  
And counted it a luckless day  
Wherein thou first didst stray away.  
Desiring then some news to hear,  
Of her my soul did love so dear,  
My secrets then I did impart  
to one well skilled in magic Art,  
Who in a glass did truly show  
Such things as I desired to know.  
I there did see thy Courtly state,  
thy pomp thy pride, thy glory great,  
And likewis● there I did behold.  
My Jane in Edward's arms enfold.  
thy secret Love I there espied,  
thy rise, thy fall, and how thou died.  
thy naked body in the Street  
I saw due penance in a sheet,  
Bare foot before a beadle's wand,  
With burning Taper in thy hand,  
And babes not having use of tongue  
Stood pointing as she passed along,  
Thus ended was the shame of thine,  
Though God gave yet no end to mine  
When I supposed my name forgot  
And time had washed away my ●●●t,  
And in an other Prince's Reign  
I came to England back again,  
But staying theyre my friends decay'●  
My Prince's Laws I disobeyed  
And by true justice judged to die  
For clipping Gold in secrecy  
By gold was my best living made,  
And so by gold my life betrayed  
Thus have you heard the woeful strif●  
That came by my unconstant wife  
Her fall my death wherein is showed  
The story of a strumpet lewd.  
In hope thereby all women may  
Take heed how they the wantons pla●   

The Description OF Jane Shore.  
THis woman's beauty hath been highly praised by a famous writer that lived in her time, Named Thomas Moor who described her in this manner.  
Before her death she was poor & aged, her stature was mean, her hair of a dark yellow, her face round and full her eyes grey, her body fat, white & smooth, her countenance cheerful like to her conditions.  
There is a picture of hers to be seen in London, it is such as she was when she rose out of her bed in the morning, having nothing on but a rich Mantle cast under her arm, over which her naked arm did lie.  
what her father's name is, or where s; he was born is not certainly known, but her Husband Matthew Shore, a young man of right good Parentage, wealth and behaviour, abandoned her bed after the King had made her his Concubine.   

Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson,