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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A49153	A Looking-glas for maids, or, The Downfal of two most desperate lovers Henry Hartlove and William Martin, both late living in the Isle of Wight, who for love of Ann Scarborow, a beautiful virgin, she having made her self sure to one of them and afterwards fell off to the other : they challenged the field, where after a cruel fight, they were both mortally wounded, and found dead on the place by the forementioned maiden, who bestowed many tears on their bodies, and buried them in one grave.		1670 (1670)	Wing L3022; ESTC R30955	1,891	1

A Looking-glass for Maids OR The Downfal of two most Desperate Lovers Henry Hartlove and William Martin both late living in the Isle of Wight who for love of Ann Scarborow a beautiful Virgin she having made her self sure to one of them and afterwards fell off to the other they challenged the field where after a cruel fight they were both mortally wounded and found dead on the place by the forementioned Maiden who bestowed many tears on their bodies and buried them in one grave And now she lives in grief and sad distress Wishing all lovers true more happiness Tune is Aim not too high UNhappy I who in the prime of youth Unkind to him with whom I broke my truth Mark well my words you that are maids wives I was the cause that two men lost their lives I' th isle of Wight Ann Scarborow was my name There did I live in credit wealth and fame My Pacents rich I nothing then did lack But grace and truth the which did go to wrack A Gentleman a Suitor to me came With whom I might have liv'n a gallant Dame But wantonness and pride did seize my heart Was sure to him and yet from him did part He broke a piece of Gold and gaue it me Then did seemingly to him agree But O my heart was never rightly plac'd Another man I afterwards imbrac'd Which when he knew he fell into dispair He beat his breast and tore his curled hair O who would trust a woman then said he That seldom are what they do seem to be Now I do find that all a man can do His best indeavours makes not women true Yet he that hath an interest in your heart Shall buy you dearly 'fore that we do part Then came the other whom I lov'd so well But now behold a heavy hap befell When first my love his Rival had behold He cast his Glove and challeng'd him the field To answer him the other thought it fit He said he ne'r was known a Coward yet He for my favour then so much did strive He said he 'd fight with any man alive Next morning then these Gentlemen did meet And manfully they did each other great Each other wounded in most piteous sort E're any man unto them did resort At last they made a strong and desperate close Both fell to ground and never after rose Curst be the place where these two men did fall And curst be I that was the cause of a.l. When word was brought to me I quickly went But e're I came alas their lives was spent Then did I tear the hair from off my head And wisht a thousand times that I were dead When I came there these Gallants then I found Both of them liveless bleeding on the ground My conscience told me I was cause of this Sweet Iesus now forgive me my amiss I buried them and laid them in one grave God grant their Soms a resting place may have More rest then I whose restless conscience now Accuses me for breaking of my vow If I walk nea● the place where now they lye It troubleth my mind exceedingly If to the place where they did fight I go It fills my guilty conscience full of woe If I to be do go I cannot sleep And if I do my dreams do make me weep Methinks ●e● them bleeding in my sight My thoughts by day eke my dreams by night My rich apparel I have laid aside My cloth of Gold and other things of pride In sable will I mourn while have breath And every day expect and look for death A dead mans skull my silver Cup shall be In which I 'le drink too good a Cup for me Instead of Meat on Roots and Herbs I 'le feed To put me still in mind of my foul deed You woody Nymphs that welcome in the spring Come hear a discontented Virgin sing O that I might my time now with you spend In silent Groves until my life doth end You Country Maids in Country and in City That now have heard my discontented Ditty Be constant ever true to one alone For if you do prove false it will be known If you will know where sorrow doth abide Repair to me no other place beside Grief and despeir doth daily now attend me there is nought but death that can be friend me This discontented Damosel now she keeps Her Chamber where she sits and daily weeps And suffers none to come to her 't is said But only one and that 's her Fathers Maid The Meat and drink her Father to her sends she sends the poor the which she calls her friends she feeds on Roots Herbs and such like things somtimes on bread which she counts food for Kings See here the fruits of wantonness and pride O let us pray that God may be our guide There 's few of us but have our time ill spent So well brought up that do so well repent You Damosels all now have a special care Forget not her that did these things declare Be to your sweet-hearts ever just and true And so fair Maids she bids you all adieu printed for F. Coles T. Vere J. Wright J. Clarke W. Thhckeray T. Passinger