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B04226 Loves overthrow; or, A full and true account of a young maid that lived in Exeter-Exchange-Court, in the Strand, who being deeply in love with a young serving-man, whose care was so great, that he would not marry till he was in a good condition to maintain a wife; which resolution of his bred jealousie in her; whereupon in reality of his love, he presented her with a ring, but she afterwads [sic] dispairing of his constancy, distainfully returned him the ring again, and within ashort [sic] time after poysoned her self; and now she lies buried near the May-Pole in the Strand, with a stake drove through her body; being there bruied [sic] the thirteenth day of May last. To the tune of, Bateman. 1670-1696? (1696) Wing L3280; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[3] 1,172 1

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Loves Overthrow OR A full and true account of a young Maid that lived in Exeter-Exchange-Court in the Strand who being deeply in Love with a young Serving-man whose care was so great that he would not marry till he was in a good Condition to maintain a Wife which resolution of his bred jealousie in her whereupon in reality of his Love he presented her with a Ring but she afterwads dispairing of his Constancy disdainfully returned him the Ring again and within ashort time after poysoned her self And now she lies buried near the May-Pole in the Strand with a Stake drove through her body Being there Bruied the Thirteenth day of May last To the Tune of Bateman ALL you that know what 't is to love come mourn a while with me For unto you I will declare a mournful Tragedy A fair and comely Domsel did live lately in the Strand Whose fancy taught her to obey loves power and strict command So that she deeply fell in Love with a young Serving-man Who Loyal unto her did prove yet here her woe began Each others Love they did imbrace and joyntly did agree hat in a very little space they both should Marry'd be The Young-man he was full of care and fearful to ingage Himself in Wedlock which did put this Maid into a rage She loved him exceeding well and so he loved too But ' cause he made a small demur she knew not what to do He did intend all should do well e're he would Marry'd be And never take a Wife to bring her into misery So for this cause he did delay and Marriage did prolong Till she from reason went astray now mind my mournful Song She did mistake his good intent poor silly harmless Maid And cry'd she knew not what he meant of him she was afraid Quoth she if he should prove unkind what would become of me He fickle is I now do find and deals deceitfully If Fortune will not be my friend and teach him to be kind My life will quickly have an end my death draws near I find This discontented did she live and could not quiet be For nothing could her pains remove hatch'd up by Iealousie Her fears did every day increase least he should faithless be Her panting heart could find no ease a mournful Soul was she At last she fell into dispair and Satan prompt her on To draw her Soul into a snare and thus her woe begun In hourly Torments still was she and could not be content But for to set her troubles free this way to work she went To Holbourn she one day did go and passion was her guide Which did procure her overthrow and made her go aside Then with a Cup of Poyson strong she ends her mournful Life ' Cause she before her time did long to be a married Wife After this Poyson she had took a week she lay in pain Thinking her Love had her forsook which made her to complain And now she Buried is likewise near the May-pole in the Strand A Stake is through her body drove as we do understand Then Maidens all be sure take heed in Love you ne'r dispair Since Iealousie caus'd this cruel deed true Lovers all beware Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ball in West-smithfield