The Maidens Lamentation. OR, An Answer to the Seamen and Souldiers last farewell to their dearest Jewels. She sighs and mourns, and begs on him to stay, But all will not avail, he must away: Earnest persuasions could not move his heart, Since 'twas ordained that he from her must part: At length when no entreaty would prevail, She sadly took her leave, and he hoist sail. To the Tune of, I am so deep in love: Or, Cupids courtesy. stock woodcut of couple outdoors ALas my dearest joy, why wilt thou leave me? Of thy sweet company do not bereave me: I shall but pine away, if thou go from me, Then prithee dearest stay, O do not wrong me. Why wilt thou across the Seas, to fight with strangers, When thou mayst live at ease, free from all dangers: I'll fold thee in mine arms, nothing shall grieve thee; I'll keep thee from all harms, dear do not leave me. Princes and Dukes may go, and Lords in person, To fight against the foe, and try their fortune. Thou mayst be spared though I nothing doubt me, They can have men enough, and go without thee. Thou art more dear to me, then gold or treasure, When thou art gone to Sea, farewell all pleasure. Let pitty move thy heart, my dearest jewel, O do not from me part, be not so cruel. Think how the stormy winds, on the Seas rages, Which daunt poor Seamens minds, and joy assuages, Tempests of Hail and Rain, daily will fear thee, When thou art on the main. I cannot cheer thee. stock woodcut of sailing ship WHat pleasure canst thou take, in claps of thunder, To cause my heart to ache, whilst we'r asunder: When dreadful Cannons roar, and Foes assayl thee, To wish thee on the shore, will not avail thee. Therefore my dearest friend, let my grief move thee, To stay upon the Land, and I will love thee: Thou shalt have hearts delight, pleasure to charm thee, When others toil in fight, nothing shall harm thee. But since thou dost reject all my persuasions, And my advice neglect, as fond evasions: If that thou needs wilt go, thy sword to brandish, Then must I wail in woe, and sadly languish. All joys I will forsake, when we are partend, Dear love some pitty take, and prove true-hearted. Let not my love be lost, O do not scorn me, When thou with waves are tost, then think upon me. Constant I will remain, and faithful ever; Till thou return again, I scorn to waver: My love is fixed sure, in a firm station, And always shall endure, without alteration. Take here this Ring of Gold, dear love and accept it, Thou know'st I may be bold, for thee I kept it: The posy thou mayst see, Think on the Giver: Dearest remember me, i'm thine for ever. Let me not see thee go, I ne'er can bide it, My heart is full of woe, I cannot hid it: My eyes with tears do swell, grief doth oppress me, My dearest Love farewell, and heavens bless thee. Printed for F. coals, T. Vere, J. Wright, and J. clerk.