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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B06677	The Woful lamentation of Jane Shore, a goldsmith's wife in London, sometime King Edward the Fourth's concubine, who for her wanton life came to a miserable end: set forth for the example of all wicked livers. To the tune of, Live with me, &c.		1697-1700? (1700)	Wing W3244F; ESTC R186791	3,884	1

The Woful LAMENTATION of JANE SHORE A Goldsmith's Wife in London sometime King EDWARD the Fourth's CONCUBINE who for her Wanton Life came to a Miserable End Set forth for the EXAMPLE of all Wicked LIVERS To the Tune of Live with me c. Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order IF Rosamond that was so fair Had cau●e her Sorows to declare Then let Jane Shore with sorrow sing That was beloved of a king Then wanton Wives in time amend For Love and Beauty will have end In Maiden yea●s my Beauty bright Was loved dear of Lord and Knight But yet the love that they requir'd It was not as my Fr●●nds desire'd My parents they for thirst of Gain A Husband for me did obtain And I their pleasure to fulfil Was forc'd to wed against my will To Matthew Short I was a Wife Till Lust brought ruine to my life And then my life so lewdly spent Which makes my soul for to lament In Lumbard-street I once did dwell As London yet can witness well Where many Gallants did behold My Beauty in a Shop of Gold I spread my plumes as Wantons do Some swe●t and secret friend to Wooe Because m● Love I did not find Agreeing to my wanton mind At last my name in Court did ring Into the ears of England's king Who came and lik'd and love requir'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●de coy what he desir'd 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Blague a Neighbour neer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 I esteemed 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 gallant 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●ing 〈…〉 〈…〉 And wrong my wedded husband Shore Whom I had lov'd ten years before In heart and mind I did rejoyce That I had made so sweet a Choice And therefore did my State resign To be King Edward's Concubine From City then to Court I went To reap the pleasures of Content And had the joye that Love could bring And knew the Secrets of a King When I was thus advanc'● on high Commanding Edward with mine Eye For Mistress Blague I in ●●or● space Obt●in'd a Living of his Grace Not frend I had but in short time I made unto Promotion climb But yet for all this costly pride My Husband could not me abide His bed though wronged by a King His heart with grief did deadly sting From England then be goes away To end h●slife upon the Sea He ●ould not live to see his Name Impared by my wanton Shame Although a Prince of Peerless Might Did reap the pleasures of his Right Long time I lived in the Court With Lords and Ladies of great sort For when I smil'd all Men were glad But when I mourn'd my Prince grew sad But yet an honest mind I bore To helpless People that were poor I still redrest the Orphan's Cry And sav'd their lives condemn'd to die I still had ruth on Widows Tears I succour'd Babes of tender years And never lookt for other gain But Love and Thanks for all my pain At last my Royal King did dye And then my days of Woe grew nigh When Crook-back R. got the Crown K. Edward's Friends were soon put down I then was punisht for my Sin That I so long had lived in Yea every one that was his Friend This Tyrant brought to shameful End Then for my rude and wanton Life That made a Strumpet of a Wife I Pennance did in Lumbard-street In shameful manner in a Sheet Where many thousands did me view Who late in Court my Credit knew Which made the tears run down my face To think apon my foul Disgrace Not thus content they took from me My Goods my Livings and my Fee And charg'd that none should me Relieve 〈◊〉 any Succour to me give Then unto Mistres Blague I went To whom my Iewels I had sent In hope thereby to ease my Want When Riches fail'd and Love grew scant But she deny'd to me the same When in my Need for them I came To recompence my former Love Out of her Doors she did me shove So Love did vanish with my State Which now my soul repents too late Therefore Example take by me For Friendship parts in Poverty But yet one Friend among the rest Whom I before had seen distrest And sav'd his Life condemn'd to dye Did give me Food to succour me For which by Law it was decreed That he was hanged for that Deed His Death did grieve me so much more Then had I dyed myself therefore Then those to whom I had done good Durst not restore me any food Whereby in vain I beg'd all day And still in Streets by night I lay My Gowns beset with pearl and Gold Are turn'd to simple Garments old My Chains and Jems and golden Rings To filthy Rags and loathsome Things Thus was I scon'd of Maid and Wife For leading such a wicked Life Both sucking Babes and Children small Did make a Pastime at my Fall I could not get one bit of Bread Whereby my hunger might be fed Nor Drink but such as Channels yield Or stinking Ditches in the Field Thus weary of my Life at length I yield up my vital strength Within a Ditch of loathsome scent Where Carrion-dogs do much frequent The which now since my Dying-day Is Shoreditch call'd as Writers say Which is a Witness of my Sin For being Concubine to a King You wanton Wives that fall to Lust Be you assur'd that God is Just Whoredom shall not escape his hand Nor Pride unpunisht in this Land If God to me such Shame should bring That yielded only to a King How shall they ' scape that daily run To practice Sin with every Man You husbands match not but for Love Lest some Disliking after prove Women be warn'd when you are Wives What Plagues are due to sinful Lives Then Maids Wives in time amend For Love and Beauty will have end The Second Part of J. SHORE wherein her Husband Bewailed the Estate her Wantonness the Wrong of Marriage and the Fall of Pride If she that was fair London's Pride For Beauty fam'd both far and wide With Swanlike-song in Sadness told Her deep Distresses manifold Then in the same let me also Now bear a part of such like Woe Kind Matthew Shore Men called me A Goldsmith once of good Degree And might have lived long therein Had not my Wife been wed to Sin Ah gentle Jane thy wanton Race Hath brought me to this foul Disgrace Thou hadst all things at wish and will Thy wanton Fancy to fulfil No London Dame nor Merchant's Wife Did lead so sweet and pleasant Life Then gentle Jane the Truth report Why left'st thou me to live in Court Thou hadst both Gold and Silver store No Wife in London then had more And once a Week in walk in field To see what plessure it would yield But woe to me that Liberty Hath brought me to this Mis'ery I married thee whilst thou wert young Before thou knew'st what did belong To Husband's Love or Marriage state Which now my Soul repents too late Thus wanton Pride made thee Unjust