The pining Maid OR A Pattern for Lovers  
Giving a brief account of the unfortunate death of a young Man living in Coventry, Shopkeeper, who drowned himself for the Love of a Maid daughter to a Captain of the said City, because she denied her promise and would not yield to be his wife and now she lives in a most sad condition and is very much troubled in her mind the Poet having a bint of some of her grief c●mposed these lines into metre, according to her directions and so caused it to be Printed for all young men and maids, to take example by the same.  
The tune is, alack for my Love I must die.  
 woodcut of women with coffin  


COme all young Men& Maidens  
and listen unto me,  
I briefly will declare  
how I 'm plunged in misery,  
And all through my own seeking  
I well may say truly,  
And 'tis for my Love that I mouen.   

There was a gallant young Man  
in Coventry did dwell,  
He was a brave Shop-keeper  
as it is known fall well,  
He loved me to dearly the  
truth of it to tell,  
And &c.   

three years in Love together  
was this young Man and I,  
Our hearts in one were linked fast  
I cannot it deny,  
But I was the first breaker  
of the bands of amity,  
And, &c,   

He was as well beloved  
as any Man could be.  
He was civil in his carriage  
to'th high and low degree,  
Yet for all this poor soul  
he could find no Love  
And, &c.    

〈…〉 pa●● to the same tune.  

MY Parents they 〈…〉  
that I should 〈…〉 e  
Also I was cu〈…〉  
with him to led my 〈◇〉  
But my Pride and A 〈…〉  
did seek this deadly A 〈…〉  
And 'tis for my Love 〈…〉 ●ourn.   

His heart was no● 〈…〉  
or could rest but 〈◇〉 ●ight  
He sought all mea 〈…〉 p●●ase me  
and feed my fo●● delight  
At last for to reward him  
I paid him with despite,  
And, &c.   

For when that Marriage it grew nigh  
than I did him forsake,  
And gave him a flat answer  
then in their ●●de did speak,  
Oh Mary don't deceive me  
and cause my heart to break  
And, &c,   

He 〈◇〉& walled he wrung his hands  
and thus to me did say  
Sweet Mary it thou lovest me  
oh cast me not away,  
But still with a scornful look  
his words would not obey,  
And, &c.   

He seeing no p●rswasions  
my stony heart would move,  
He sighing sadly went away  
I did it him to prove  
I thought he did dissemble  
but he did mean true Love  
And, &c.   

He laid himself upon the bed  
but there no taste could be,  
In's mind he was perplexed  
as plainly you may see;  
That very n●ght be drowned himself  
all for the love of me,  
And, &c.   

〈◇〉 when 〈◇〉 was brought me  
〈…〉 was 〈◇〉,  
〈…〉 was tormented  
〈…〉 i 〈…〉 t to do  
Yet all things I kept secret  
and made no outward show,  
And, &c,   

Within a small time after  
appeared in my sight  
His ghastly Ghost that loved me  
and did me sore affright,  
And groaning cried now I do come  
for my own hearts delight,  
And, &c.   

Into such a damp if struck me  
and wounded so my heart,  
If a thousand swords had pierc'● me  
I could not a felt more smart  
Nor can all the Physit●ans  
yet cure me with their art,  
And, &c.   

My friends thy much do blame me  
and all the Town beside,  
Those that which I kept company  
now cannot me abide  
Because I would not yield  
to be his Bride  
And, &c.   

Now I have made a solemn Oath  
and mean to keep it truly,  
Because he loved me so well  
for his sake a Maid to die  
myself I will refrain  
from all had company  
And, &c.   

Ile live on bread and water  
good diet Ile forsake,  
In the world I live in misery  
sweet Christ me ready make,  
Oh John I come, I come  
all this is for thy sake  
And, &c.   

The fi●st I made light of it  
yet now it doth grieve me sore  
That I, should cast a man away  
that loved me long before  
I was the causer of his death  
which was worth worlds and more  
And, &c.   

I hope I soon shall follow him  
whom I do love so dear,  
Though then I made light of him  
and for him did not care  
I thought love but an idle toy  
but now I find it dear  
And &c.   

Young Maidens all both great& small  
to you these lines I sand,  
Be faithful in your promise  
and true unto your f●●end  
Least at the last you're forced  
to cry out in the end  
And, &c.   

Trust not Love o'●e much  
I speak it flat and plain,  
Run not the h●zard of it  
but constant still remain  
For fear it be to late  
to call yesterday again  
And, &c.   

For through foolish fancy  
a● many well do know.  
I wr●ught my lov●s destruction  
I sought his overthrow  
Now in Coventry fair City  
my love doth lie full low  
And, &c.   

So adieu you faith full lovers  
where ever that you be,  
Be sure to keep your promise  
in every degree,  
Though I remain upon the earth  
yet still my hearts with thee  
And 'tis for my love that I mourn.     

Printed for Phillip Brooksby near the Hospital-gate in West-Smith-field.