The maidens complaint of her loves inconstancie shevving it forth in every degree: shee being left as one forlorne, with sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne, and seemes for to lament and mourne. To a delicate new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A06746 of text S104414 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 17191). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A06746 STC 17191 ESTC S104414 99840152 99840152 4625 2240900417

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A06746) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 4625) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 851:04) The maidens complaint of her loves inconstancie shevving it forth in every degree: shee being left as one forlorne, with sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne, and seemes for to lament and mourne. To a delicate new tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. for E. W[right] dwelling at Christs-Church Gate, Printed at London : [1625] Printer's name and publication date from STC. Verse - "You maids and wives, and woman kind,". In two parts; woodcut illustrations at head of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The maidens complaint of her loves inconstancie, shevving it forth in every degree: shee being left as one forlorne, with sorrowes shee her selfe to a [no entry] 1625 2 1005 1 0 0 0 0 0 9.95 B The rate of 9.95 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Maidens complaint of her Loves inconstancie , Shewing it forth in every degree : Shee being left as one forlorne , With sorrowes shee her selfe to adorne , And seemes for to lament and mourne . To a delicate new tune .

YOu Maids and wiues , and women kind , Giue eare , and you shall heare my mind , Wherein I le shew most perfectly , A false Young-mans inconstancie : For which I sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see false men no faith can keepe . I loue where I haue cause to hate , Such is my foolish fickle state , My time I spend in griefe and woe , Which , sure will be my ouerthrow : I sigh , and sob , and then doe weepe , For that false men no faith can keepe . My Loue to me doth proue vntrue , And seemes to bid me now adieu : O hatefull wretch , and most vnkind , To beare so false and wicked mind : It makes me sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see false men no faith can keepe . Hee 's fled and gone , for which I grieue , I wish no Maiden him beleiue , For he with tempting speeches will Seeke others now for to beguile : ●hat they with me may sigh and weepe , And say that men no faith can keepe . Shall I be bound that may be free ? Shall I loue them that loue not me ? Why should I thus seeme to complaine ? I see I cannot him obtaine . Which makes me sob , and sigh , and weep , To see that men no faith can keepe . O shall I weepe , or shall I sing ? I know not which will at mourning : If that I weepe t will breed me pains , If that I sing t will ease my braine : Therefore I le sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see false men no faith can keepe , The Iewel 's lost , the thiefe is fled , And I lie wounded in my bed : If to repent I should begin , They 'l say t was I that let him in : Therefore I le sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see false men no faith can keepe . My mind to him was alwaies true , For which I now haue cause to me : Would I had neuer seene his face , Nor tredethe pathes of Cupids race : For now I sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see false men no faith can keepe .
The second part , To the same tune .

WHat hay hath any hee or shee , That can but liue at libertie , And not be troubled as I am , As by my Song you vnderstand , It makes me sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see false men no saith can keepe . I cannot take my quiet rest , To thinke on him that I lou'd best : Sometimes when I doe thinke to sleepe , Then thought of him makes me to weep : I cannot choose but sigh , and sob , To thinke of him that doth me rob . T is true indeed he robbeth me , Of my content and libertie : My heart can now no comfort find , To thinke on him that proues vnkind : I cannot chuse but sigh and weepe , To see false men no faith can keepe . My head doth ake , mine eyes are sore , And I can find no helpe therefore : My body 's faint , and I am weake , My tongue is tyed ▪ I cannot speake : Yet still I sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see that men no faith can keepe . My daies are short , my life 's not long , I cannot well declare my wrong : Yet in some part , I here doe show , That you the cause hereof may know : Wherefore I sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see that men no faith can keepe . His tempting eies , and smiling lookes , Now seeme to me like baited hookes , Which are but laid for to betray The Fish that 's greedy of his prey : Therefore I sob , and sigh , and weepe , To see that men no faith can keepe . When first with me he came in place , He did me with his armes imbrace : He kist me on 't , and swore that he Would neuer haue no one but me : Yet now he makes me sob and weepe , To see that men no faith can keepe . With words most faire he did intreat , Vntill my fauour he did get : But him vncertaine I doe find . And changing like the wauering wind : Which makes me sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see that men no faith can keepe . He vow'd to beare a faithfull mind , But he is otherwise inclin'd : He now doth seeme as strange to me , I cannot haue his companie : Which makes me sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see that men no faith can keepe . Thus seemes my Loue to doe me wrong , Wherefore I le here conclude my Song : I le neuer trust false men no more , Nor doe as I haue done before : For which I sigh , and sob , and weepe , To see that men no faith can keepe .
FINIS .

Printed at London for E. W. dwelling at Christs-Church Gate .