The wofull Lamentation of Mistris Jane Shore a Goldsmiths wife in London sometimes King Edward the seconds 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 If Rosamond that was so faire Had cause her sorrows 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 years my beauty bright Was loved dear of Lord and Knight But yet the love that they requir'd Then was not as my friends desir'd My Parents they for thirst of gain 〈◊〉 Husband for me did obtain 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 their pleasure to fulfill 〈◊〉 â—orcd to wed against my will 〈◊〉 â—atthew Shore I was a Wife 〈◊〉 Lust brought ruine to my life 〈◊〉 then my time so lewdly spent â—ow 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 Plume as wantons doe Some sweet and secret friend to woe Because my love I did not find Agréeing to my wanton mind At last my name in Court did ring Into the ears of Englands King Who came and lik'd and love requird But I made coy what he desird Yet Mistris Blague a neighbour neere Whose friendship I esteemed dear Did say it was a gallant thing To be beloved of a King By her perswasons I was led For to defile my marriage bed And wrong my wedded husband Shore Whom I had lovd ten years before In heart and mind I did rejoyce That I had made so sweet a choyce And therefore did my state resign To be king Edwards Concubine From City then to Court I went And reapt the pleasures of content I had the joyes that love could bring And knew the secrets of a King When I was thus advanc'd on high Commanding Edward with mine eye For Mistris Blague I in short space Obtain d a living of his Grace No friend 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 soon he goes away To end his life upon the Sea He could not live to see his name Imâ—pared by my wâ—nton shame Although a Prince of peerlesse might Did reap tha pleusurs of his right Long time I lived in the Court With Lords and Ladies of great port For when I smil'd all men were glad but when I mourn'd my prin grew sad But yet an honest mind I bore To helpless people that were poore I stil redrest the Orphans 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 Royall King did dye And then my days of wo grew nigh When Crookback Richard got ye crown K. Edwards friends wer soon put down I then was punisht for my sin That I so long had lived in Yea every one that was his friend That tyrant brought to shamefull end Then for my rude and wanton life That made a strumpet of a Wife I penance did in Lumbard street In shamefull manner in a sheet Where many thousands did me view Who late in Court my credit knew Which made ye tears run down my face To think upon my foule disgrace Not thus content they took from me My Goods my Living and my Fee And charg'd that none should me relive Nor any succour to me give Then unto Mistris Blague I went To whom my Iewels I had sâ—nt 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 lâ—â—e did vanish with my state Wâ—â—â—â— now my soule repents too late Thâ—â—â—â—ore example take by me For friendship parts in poverty But yet one friend among the rest Whom I before had seen distrâ—st And sav'd his life condemn'd to dye Did give me food to succour me For which by Law it was decréed That he was hanged for this déed His death did grieve me so much more Then had I dy'd my selfe therefore Then those to whom I had don good Durst not restore me any food Whereby in vain I beg'd all day And still in stréets by nights I lay My gowns beset with pearl and gold Are turn'd to simple garments old My chains and gems and golden â—ings To filthy rags and loathsome things Thus was I scorn'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 yields , Or stinking ditche in the fields Thus weary of my life at length I yéelded up my vitall strength Within a ditch of loathsome scent Where carrion dogs do much frequent The which now since my dying day Is Shoreditch cal'd as writers say Which is a witnesse 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 yéelded only to a King How shall they escape thâ—â— dayly run To practice sin with every man You husbands match not but for love Leest some disliking after prove Women be warn'd when you are wivs What plagus belong to sinfull lives then maids and wivs in time amend for love and beauty will have end Tâ—◠〈…〉 his wives wantonnesse the wrongs of marriage the fall of pride being a warning for all women to take heed by To the same tune IF she that was fair Londons Pride For beauty fam'd both far and wide With Swan-like Song in sadness told Her deep distresses manifold Then in the same let me also Now bear a part of such like woe Kind Mathew Shore men called me A Goldsmith once of good degree And might have lived long therein Had not my wife bin woolâ— to sin Ah gentle jane thy wanton Race Hath brought us to this foule disgrace Thou hadst all things at wish and will Thy wanton fancy tu fulfill No London dame nor Marchants wife Did lead so sweet and pleasant life Then gentle Iane the truth report Why leftst thou me to live in Court Thou hadst both gold and silver store No wife in London then had more And once a â—â—k to walk the field To see what pleasure it would yeeld But woe to me that liberty Hath brought us to this mâ—sery I married theâ— whâ—n thou wert young Before 〈◊〉 â—â—â—â—â—st what did belong To husbâ—â—â—â— lovâ— or marriage state Wâ—â—ch