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MEMENTO MORI   
An Answer to the The Unfortunate Lady, Who hanged her self in despair: Containing her Lovers Lamentation for her Untimely Destiny; Together with the Apparition of her Bleeding Ghost in his silent Chamber.  
To the Tune of, The Languishing S●ain. licenced according to Order,  

I.  
WHat dismal tidings do I hear,  
The fatal ruin of my Dear,  
Who did her dearest Life destroy,  
When she might not her Love enjoy.   

II.  
Which grieves me to the very Soul,  
●n sorrow I her Death condole;  
No peace nor comfort can I find,  
The thoughts of her runs in my mind.   

III.  
Each Night when e're I close mine Eyes,  
●ethinks I hear her dismal Cries,  
●●ying, my Love I died for thee;  
And then her bleeding Ghost I see.   

IV.  
Then with a Voice both sharp and shrill,  
She does my silent Chamber skill,  
And with a sigh and bitter groan,  
She does express her piteous moan.   

V.  
Alas! alth●ugh I did appear  
Thus in the Chamber of my Dear,  
He never wronged his Lover, no,  
'twas Parents proved my overthrow.   

VI.  
I know the tender Turtle-Doves,  
Was ne'er mo●e constant to their Loves,  
Then thee and I has been, she cried,  
And yet, alas! for Love I died.   

VII.  
I was to thee as dear as Life,  
My Friends has caused all the stri●e;  
They ●ought for Wealth and Riches store,  
When Love had won the Field before.   

VIII.  
'Cause thou didst not in Wealth abound,  
My near Relations on thee frowned,  
And I was posted strait from thee,  
And by that means have ruined me.   

IX.  
They sent me word that thou wert Wed,  
Which tidings almost struck me dead;  
Unto despair I strait did run,  
O see what cursed Gold has done!   

X.  
Then with a sigh and dismal groan,  
She strait departs, leaves me alone;  
Where I in sorrow weeping lie,  
To think of Parents Cruelty.   

XI.  
Sure Friends was never more to blame,  
How could they such a Letter frame,  
That I another Choice had made?  
By this her Life they soon betrayed.   

XII.  
She well might be amazed, that I  
should guilty be of Perjury,  
And leave a lo●al Love at last,  
When many solemn Vows had past.   

XIII.  
She's gone, and I am left behind:  
Now since I can no Comfort find,  
Come Death and prove a Friend to me,  
O let me die as well as she.   
FINIS.   

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, and J. Back.   

An Excellent New SONG; called, The Hard-hearted Lady, OR, The young Man died for Love. Being a Relation of a young Lady that was engaged to a Seaman, and Married another while he was a Shipboard.  
To an Excellent New Tune. With Allowance.  

FArewell unto all Joy and Pleasure,  
Since that my hope is all in vain;  
Once, as I thought, I had a Treasure,  
But since Ime come home tis gone again:  
She whom I adore, affords me no relief,  
Therefore, sweet gentle Death, make hast, and ease my grief.   

I am with Sorrow so tormented,  
That I cannot endure my Pain;  
Nor can I ever be contented,  
Since that my Caelia does disdain  
Me for my true Love, and all my hopes destroy,  
Therefore once more I bid adieu to all my Joy.   

Now in some foreign Land Ile wander,  
Until I find some place of rest;  
And I my Brains no more will ponder,  
What I may do to please her best:  
But I'll bid adieu to Caelia too unkind,  
Until that we each otherin our Graves shall find.   

And when that I am once deceased,  
I shall for ever happy be:  
I from my Pain shall be released;  
But then, alas! poor Caelia, she,  
As long as she does live, can never happy be  
Her Conscience will accuse her, That she martyred me▪   

Then may she wish she'd not been cruel,  
While I on Shipboard served the King,  
When I did prise her as a Jewel,  
She said Love was a foolish thing.  
Now may she lament in Sorrow, Grief,& Pain,  
And wish with all her heart I were alive again.   

But since that Life, when once departed,  
Can never more recovered be,  
Now may she sit down broken-hearted,  
And may prepare to follow me  
Unto the other World, adue hardhearted Oen,  
Fair Maidens all take care your Sweethearts a'nt, undone    

London, Printed and Sold by T. Moore.