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The dying tears of a true lover forsaken, made on his death-bed; the hour before his death. To the tune of, Come live with me.
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1678-1681?
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Wing H1987; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[86]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[126]
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The dying tears of a true Lover forsaken Made on his Death-bed the hour before his Death The Tune is Come live with me Those gentle hearts that true love crave Where true love can no harbour have From shedding tears cannot refrain But mourn with me that lov'd in vain Sore sick in love sore sick in mind Come gentle death my life unwind For Cupids shaft and golden Bow Now seeks my joys to overthrow Upon my Death-bed I have pen'd The Story of my woful end Vain world behold I dye I dye Here murthered by loves cruelty O Sarah Hill thou art the Wight That turn'd my joy to sharp delight Thou art the causer of my death Farewel false love farewel my breath Be warn'd you wantons by my fall In love there is no truth at all Although in love you live untrue There is some Maids as false as you Her beauty dazled so mine eyes That in her breast my heart still lies I lov'd her but she lov'd not me Wherefore behold I dye I dye O cursed eyes why did you gaze Vpon her fair and flattering face O wherefore did my eyes unfold One fram'd of such unconstant mould Come wrap me in my winding-sheet And bear me sadly through the street That from her eyes salt tears may shed When for her sake she sees me dead In outward shew she joyned hands And vow'd to live in wedlock bands But she unkind hath me dispis'd And broke my heart so highly priz'd O Lord what grief do I sustain Which liv'd dispis'd and lov'd in vain But Lord how well are they apaid Which hap to chuse a constant Maid There is no living wight that knows The pineing pain and endless woes That we forsaken Lovers hide But such as have the torments try'd I needs must yield now death doth fade Deaths coming cannot be denay'd O reach the Bible pray to me For that my souls true love shall be Go tole my Passing-bell dear friends For here a Lovers journey ends But mark what fortune she shall have When she hath clos'd me in the Grave I do not doubt but you shall see Her body paid in misery And made a laughing-stock to those Who now her great unkindness knows You of the Gentle-craft that be Shew this kind favour unto me That to the world this mournful Song Be chanted sweetly you among And some of you I do request To bear me to my longing rest And lay my carkass in the ground With ringing Bells melodious sound To my dear love then go and say Her change of mind cast me away Bid her hard heart so constant prove To him that next shall be her love With that he yielded up his life Where death gave end to further strife Desiring God that sits in Heaven His lovers sins might be forgiven Thus have you heard Hugh Hills good mind Who never proved in love unkind But to his end continued true Not changing old friend for a new FINIS The second part to the same Tune COme young Lasses and listen well Vnto the tale that I shall tell For unto you I will unfold A matter worthy to be told There was a young man lov'd me well A Shoomaker his name Hugh Hill His heart with love did burn amain And I seem'd to love him again Then were we made sure together But I unconstant as the weather Did him forsake I was so nice When in the Church were asked thrice When that he saw I was unkind And that I had a cruel mind For love of me he left his life Because I would not be his wife I never car'd what he did say But suffered him to pine away And when he yielded up his breath I quickly had forgot his death But in my Bed upon a time As many things came in my mind There smiling to my self I said I think that I shall dye a maid Then many a Youth I thought upon I lov'd and fancy'd many a one I hated some and some reserv'd To like and love as they deserv'd But in the midst of all my choice I heard a lamentable voice With Musick sounding to the ear But not to me as did appear For when I heard what it might be And what was cause of this Melody And at my window a voice did cry Hugh Hill is dead fie Sarah fie My conscience then tormented me Of my false heart and treachery And evermore the voice would cry Go pine thy self repent and dye Methought it was the voice of Hugh Of good Hugh Hill that was so true That was so faithful unto me Yet used him most wickedly O there he did my faults express And I the same must needs confess For I kill'd him with cruelty For which I would but cannot dye And since that time my heart is light And all my body altred quite My eyes are sunk into my head Which makes me look like one that 's dead My face that was so fresh and fine As clear as is the Claret wine Is now transform'd to another hue Both grim and loathsome to the view My skin is whither'd my flesh is gone And nothing left but skin and bone And now I pine most dolefully Wishing for death but cannot dye Therefore sweet Maids that suistors have Yeild unto them that true love crave O do not cast a man away Lest you your selves go to decay If unto you a young-man come You are so fine you 'l ne'r have none Vntil your beauty fade away You scorn most men you are so coy Fie fie remember what you are Do not refuse while you are fair Vnto you true loves be not coy 'T is good to take them while you may As you be coy so I have been But see the misery I live in That was it not for my souls health I would be willing to kill my self Therefore fair Maids amend in time Lest that your woes belike to mine And pray to God to end my grief Or else to rid me of my life Printed for F. Coles T. Vere J. Wright J. Clarke W. Thackeray and T. Passinger