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B06674
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The Wofull lamentation of Mistris Jane Shore, a goldsmiths wife in London, sometimes King Edward the Second's concubine, who for her wanton life came to a miserable end. Set forth for the example of all lewd women. The tune is, Live with me.
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1658-1664?
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Wing W3244B; ESTC R186789
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no◠〈◊〉 â—â—â—le repents too late Thus wâ—â—â—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thee unjust And 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my trust But 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 possest my roome And cropt m◠〈◊〉 â—allant bâ—oom Fair Lâ—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—â—me and my joy My heâ—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in deep annoy To thâ—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—â—blike shame Thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—â—â—â—â—ht my good name And 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—â—ch man and wife In jeâ—â—â—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 my life And eâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—ther said That Shâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the wanton plaid Whereâ—◠〈…〉 to change My dwâ—â—â—â—â—◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Country strange My Lands 〈◊〉 â—â—â—ds I sold away And so from 〈◊〉 went to Sea Opprest with gâ—â—â—◠〈◊〉 wofull mind But left my cause of grief behind My loving wife whom once I thought Would never be to lewdness brought But women now I well espye Are subject to unconstancy And few there be so true of love But by long suit will wanton prove For flesh is frail and women weake When Kings for love great suit do make But yet from England my depart Was with a sad and heavy heart Whereat when as my leave I took I sent back many a heavy by look Desiring God if it might be To send one sigh swéet Jane to thée For if thou hadst but constant bin These dayes of wo I ne'r had séen But yet I grieve and mourn full sore To thiâ—k what plâ—gus are left in store For such as carelesse tread awry The modest steps o◠〈◊〉 〈◊〉 y. Ah gentle Jane if thou didst know The uncoth paâ—hs I dayly â—oe And woâ—â—â— tears for the I shed For wronging thus my marriage bâ—d Then sure I am thou wouldst confesse My love was sure though in distresse Both Flanders France Spain I past And came to Turky at the last And there within that mighty Court I lived long in honest sort Desiring God that sits in Heaven That Lovers sins might be forgiven I there advanc'd thy loving name Of living Wights the fairest Dame The praise of Eâ—â—â—â—â—ds beauty stain All which thy husband did maintain And set thy picture there in Gold For Kings and Princes to behold But when I thought upon thy sin thy wanton thoughts delighted in I griev'd that such a comely face Should hold true honour in disgrace And counted it a lucklesse day Wherein thou first didst stray away Desiring then some news to hear Of her my soule did love so dear My secrets then I did impart to one well skil'd in Magick Art Who in a Glasse did truly show Such things as I desir'd to know I ther did see thy Courtly state thy pomp thy pride thy glory great And likewisâ— there I did behold My Jane in Edwards arms enfold thy secret Love I there espy'd thy rise thy fall and how thou dy'd thy naked body in the Street I saw due penance in a sheet Bare foot before a Beadles wand With burning Taper in thy hand And babes not having use of tongue Stood pointing as she past along Thus ended was the shame of thine Though God gave yet no end to mine When I suppos'd my name forgot And time had washt away my â—â—â—t And in an other Princes Reign I came to England back again But staying they re my friends decay'â— My Princes Laws I disobey'd And by true Iustice Iudg'd to die For clipping Gold in secresie By gold was my best living made And so by gold my life betrai'd Thus have you heard the wofull strifâ— That came by my unconstant wife Her fall my death wherein is shewd The storie of a strumpet lewd In hope thereby all women may Take heed how they the wantons plaâ— The Description OF Jane Shore THis womans beauty hath bin highly praised by a famous writer that lived in her time Named Thomas Moore who described her in this manner Before her death she was poor aged her stature was mean her hair of a dark yellow her face round and full her eyes gray her body fat white smooth her countenance cheerfull like to her conditions There is a picture of hers to be seene in London it is such as she was when she rose out of her bed in the morning having nothing on but a rich Mantle cast under her arm over which her naked arm did lye what her Fathers name is or where s he was born is not certainly knowne but her Husband Matthew Shore a young man of right good Parentage wealth and behaviour abandon'd her bed after the King had made her his Concubine Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and W. Gilbertson