marshmallows for young men and Maids. 
Who now may weep, their joy is fled,  
For Love is dead and butted.   
To a curious New Tune.  
 woodcut of man  woodcut of woman  woodcut of two men in front of house.  

FRom Fairy Land I hear it is reported,  
That love is dead and in his grave laid,  
And she that hath been often times courted,  
Shall for her coyness now die a Maid;  
N●w Bess, and nel, with Susan, and Mary,  
In hope of suitors long may tarry.  
For Love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true joys are fled.   

young men and maids shall not go a walking  
As in the former time they have done.  
Nor yet in shady Bowers fit a talking,  
For Venus now hath lost her Son,  
And she that fiftéen years hath known,  
Shall now in corners weep alone.  
For Love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true joy is fled.   

Yo courtly Language shall now be used,  
lain-dealing shall be counted a jewel,  
And she that hath her suitor refused,  
Shall wish she had not proved so cruel,  
And she that hath the time delayed,  
Must be content to die a Maid.  
For with him love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true joy is fled.   

The Sheapherds that do sit on the Monntains  
Will all be sorry this News for to hear;  
The Nymphs that do resort to the Fountains,  
When they do know it, will  shed a tear,  
For they shall now no Garlands make  
Of flowers for their Lover's sake.  
For Love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true joy is fled.   

The country Lads that were full of kindness  
To give their Lasses what they did require,  
Shall wonder greatly at their own blindness  
And leave of all their former desire;   


THey shall not take them out to dance,  
Nor yet in Songs their praise advance  
For Love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true Love is fled.   

All Creatures shall express their own sorrow  
The Birds shall drop away with grief,  
The pelican, mans tears shall borrow,  
In hope thereby to find some relief,  
The Turtle Dove shall lose her Mate,  
And pine away disconsolate.  
For Love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true joy is fled.   

young men shall now repent their expenses,  
Which they on Maids did use to bestow  
Who in like manner did seek fair pretences,  
That with their swéethearts abroad might go  
But those same days are past and gone,  
And Maidens now shall stay at home.  
For Love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true Love is fled.   

All the whole World hath cause to be grieved,  
For this same News which I do relate,  
Which I do think may well be believed,  
Since Love you see is grown out of date,  
And Mistress Money his place doth take,  
While she her self doth matches make.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

For Mistress Money is grown to such credit,  
That she doth rule all things here below,  
And who can mary if she do forbid it?  
Since wealth is most esteemed you know;  
The Mother now will sell her daughter,  
Although she do repent hereafter.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

For if a Maid her fancy have placed,  
By the direction of her own own will,  
Yet is her purpose always defaced,  
By those who seek to across her love still,  
And she at last is bought and sold,  
For lucre of some wealth or Gold.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

In ancient times they often did mary,  
For love which then was most highly prized;  
But now alas, long time they may tarry  
If that some other way be not devised,  
For Portions now do bear the sway,  
And will do more still every day.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

Well fare those dayes when shepherds delighted,  
With the young Nymphs to dance on a green,  
Where all their love was kindly requited,  
In such due manner as might them be seem,  
But these same days will ner'e come again,  
When shepherds live thus on the Plain.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

Good Qualities now and virtuous carriage,  
Is nothing without Money beside,  
Nor did I ever yet see a Marriage,  
Wherein a true Lovers knot was tide:  
For they no sooner Married once be,  
But both of them do disagree.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

For when to mary they have been enforced,  
What can ensue but strife and debate:  
And then they seek how to be Divorced  
And wish to be in their former state,  
But those which mary thus I dare say,  
Shall nere know contented day.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

Therefore let all young Maidens take warning,  
How they do grant their Love unto any,  
Or be alured with their sweet charming,  
By which they have deceived so many,  
For all this ye●r I do foresee,  
That Weddings shall unhappy be.  
For Love is dead, &c.   

Now to conclude and shut up my Ditty,  
This news I know most strange will appear,  
Both in the Country and in the City,  
For yet the like they never did hear,  
The Country Lasses I do believe,  
When they hear this news they will grieve.  
For Love is dead and butted,  
And with him all true joys are fled.     

London, Printed for W. Thacery, and W. Whitwood.