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So heavy at my conscience

This woeful murder lay, That I was soon enforced,

The same for to bewray,
And to my servants made it known,

As God appointed me,
For blood can never secret rest,

Nor long unpunisht be.

My servants to the justices

Declar'd what I had said,
For which I was attached,

And to the jail convey’d,
And at the 'sizes was condemn'd,

And had my just desert,
E’en such a death let all them have,

That bear so false a heart.

So farewell, earthly pleasure,

My ’quaintance all adieu, With whom I spent the treasure,

Which causeth me to rue. Leave off your wanton pastimes,

Lascivious and ill, Which without God's great mercy

Both soul and body kill. ·

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Be warned by this story

You ruffling roysters all ;
The higher that you climb in sin,

The greater is your fall :
And since the world so wicked is,

Let all desire grace,
Grant, Lord, that I the last may be

That runneth such a race !

XLVI.

THE MAIDEN’S TRAGEDY,

OR,

A brief Account of a young Damsell near Wolvere

hampton, who cut her throat in despair, because she could not have the man she loved.

To the tune of Russell's Farewell.

NEAR Wolverhampton livd a maid,

Who fell into despair,
Her yielding heart was soon betray'd,

Into Love's fatal snare :

VOL. I.

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A young man courted her we find,

And seeming love did shew, Yet after all he prov'd unkind,

Which wrought her overthrow.

Here do I languish in distress,

The youthful damsel cried,
To see his most unfaithfulness,

All round on every side :
I nothing see but clouds of grief,

And storms of bitter woe,
It's death alone must yield relief,

Love proves my overthrow.

False-hearted Thomas call to mind,

The solemn vows you made,
That you would never prove unkind,

And can you now degrade
Your loyal lover now at last,
And fill my

heart with woe, Which will my life and glory blast,

And prove my overthrow.

I courted was both day and night,

At length I gave consent, This done my love he straight did slight,

And leaves me to lament;

As if he took delight to see

Mine eyes like fountains flow, Oh, most ungrateful man, said she,

Love proves my overthrow.

Not long ago he did adore,

My very charms, he cried, Was ever man so false before,

In all the world beside ? A harmless lover to deceive,

And drown in tears of woe, This world I am resolv'd to leave,

Love proves my overthrow.

The killing torment that I feel,

Doth such a passion raise, That I no longer can conceal

The sorrows of my days; I'll hasten death this very day,

To ease my heart of woe, I find there is no other way,

Love proves my overthrow.

Thus being fill'd with discontent,

She took a bloody knife,
In desperate sort resolv'd and bent

To cut the thread of life :

Down from her throat the reeking gore

In purple streams did flow,
And though she lay a week and more,

It prov'd her overthrow.

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With grief and sorrow compass’d round,

She languish'd night and day,
At length her fatal bleeding wound,

Did take her quite away:
And all along before she died,

Her eyes with tears did flow,
Likewise she wrung her hands and cried,

Love proves my overthrow.

Farewell to him who is the cause

Of all my grief and care,
Had he been true to Cupid's laws,

I solemnly declare,
We might have liy'd in happiness,

In love and peace I know;
But sorrows do

my
soul

oppress,
And prove my overthrow.

Though now at present he may have

Content, and pleasure find,
When I am sleeping in my grave,

He then will call to mind,

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