The unfortunate lady; or, The young lover's fatal tragedy: who lately hang'd her self for the love of a young gentleman, whom her parents would not suffer her to have; but sent her a false letter, that he was marryed, which was the cause of her untimely death. To the tune of The languishing swain. Licensed according to order. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06391 of text R227448 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing U56). 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. 3 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 B06391 Wing U56 Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[127] 99887333 ocm99887333 182044 2264219102

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B06391) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182044) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A2:4[127]) The unfortunate lady; or, The young lover's fatal tragedy: who lately hang'd her self for the love of a young gentleman, whom her parents would not suffer her to have; but sent her a false letter, that he was marryed, which was the cause of her untimely death. To the tune of The languishing swain. Licensed according to order. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcuts). Printed for J[osiah]. Blare, at the Looking glass on London-bridge., [London] : [between 1682-1700] Verse: "I do not sing of triumph, no ..." Date, place of publication and publisher's name from Wing. Wing CD-ROM, 1996 gives range of dates: 1682-1700. Reproduction of original in the Harvard University, Houghton Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The unfortunate lady; or, The young lover's fatal tragedy: who lately hang'd her self for the love of a young gentleman, whom her parents would not su anon 1700 1 505 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-02 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-06 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-07 Sampled and proofread 2008-07 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Unfortunate Lady ; OR , The Young Lover's fatal Tragedy : Who lately Hang'd her self for the Love of a Young Gentleman , whom her Parents would not suffer her to have ; but sent her a false Letter , that he was Marryed , which was the Cause of her Untimely Death . To the Tune of The Languishing Swain .

Licensed according to Order .

I Do not sing of Triumph , no Nor of the Blessings here below ; But of a Loyal Lover's Fall , Which is lamented by us all . Let loving Parents now attend Vnto this Lesson which I send ; Cross not your Children dear in Love , For fear it should their Ruine prove . Too many in this Age we find , They are to Riches so enclin'd , That they can nothing less behold , Tho' Love be better worth than Gold . When True Love cannot be enjoy'd , How many Damsels are destroy'd ? As we by true Experience know , It having prov'd their Overthrow .

Some has by burning Fevers fell , And some their Sorrows to expell , Have sent a fatal bloudy Dart , Into their fainting Love-sick Heart . Others by Poyson end their days ; And thus the Lover many ways Can find to ease their Love-sick Pain , When they their Wishes can't obtain . Among the rest of one I write , Her Parents Ioy , and Heart Delight , Who by them being crost in Love , It did a sad Destruction prove . Her Heart was linked to her Dear : Now when her Friends the same did hear , She was with speed to London sent , Where she in sorrow did lament . She often wrang her Hands , and cry'd , I am of all my Ioys deny'd ; No glance of Comfort do's appear , While I am banish'd from my Dear . Tho' we may for a Season part , I do declare he has my Heart ; To none but him the same I 'll give , While I have here a day to live . Said she , The storm may be blown o'er , And Fortune may our Ioys restore , Therefore I will with Patience wait : But now behold her dismal Fate . Her Friends they did a Letter frame , That he was Marry'd : When it came , She with a Sigh , said , Is it so ? Then Love will prove my Overthrow . She dress'd her self in rich Array . And to her Chamber took her way , And then her Life she ended there ; The Grief was more than she cou'd bear . Let her Mishap a Warning be To Friends of high and low Degree : Cross not your Children here in Love , Lest you their utter Ruine prove .

Printed for I. Blare , at the Looking-glass on London-bridge .