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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lamentable Ballad Of The Lady's Fall. To The Tune Of In Pescod Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Marke well my heavy, dolefull tale,<br>You loyall lovers all,<br>And heedfully beare in your brest<br>A gallant ladyes fall.<br>Long was she wooed, ere shee was wonne<br>To lead a wedded life,<br>But folly wrought her overthrowe<br>Before shee was a wife.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Too soone, alas! shee gave consent<br>And yeelded to his will,<br>Though he protested to be true<br>And faithfull to her still.<br>Shee felt her body altered quite,<br>Her bright hue waxed pale,<br>Her lovelye cheeks chang'd color white,<br>Her strength began to fayle.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Soe that with many a sorrowful sigh,<br>This beauteous ladye milde,<br>With greeved hart, perceived herselfe<br>To have conceived with childe.<br>Shee kept it from her parents sight<br>As close as close might bee,<br>And soe put on her silken gowne<br>None might her swelling see.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Unto her lover secretly <br>Her greefe she did bewray,<br>And, walking with him hand in hand,<br>These words to him did say:<br>'Behold,' quoth shee, a maids distresse<br>By love brought to thy bowe;<br>Behold I goe with childe by thee,<br>Tho none thereof doth knowe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'The litle babe springs in my wombe<br>To heare its fathers voyce,<br>Lett it not be a bastard called,<br>Sith I made thee my choyce.<br>Come, come, my love, perform thy vowe,<br>And wed me out of hand;<br>O leave me not in this extreme<br>Of griefe, alas! to stand.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Think on thy former promises,<br>Thy oathes and vowes eche one;<br>Remember with what bitter teares<br>To mee thou madest thy moane.<br>Convay me to some secrett place<br>And marry me with speede;<br>Or with thy rapyer end my life,<br>Ere further shame proceede.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Alacke! my beauteous love,' quoth hee,<br>'My joye and only dear,<br>Which way can I convay thee hence,<br>When dangers are so near?<br>Thy friends are all of hye degree,<br>And I of meane estate;<br>Full hard it is to gett thee forthe<br>Out of thy fathers gate.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Dread not thy life to save my fame,<br>For, if thou taken bee,<br>My selfe will step betweene the swords,<br>And take the harme on mee:<br>Soe shall I scape dishonor quite,<br>And if I should be slaine,<br>What could they say but that true love<br>Had wrought a ladyes bane.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'But feare not any further harme;<br>My selfe will soe devise<br>That I will ryde away with thee<br>Unknowen of mortall eyes;<br>Disguised like some pretty page<br>Ile meet thee in the darke,<br>And all alone Ile come to thee<br>Hard by my fathers parke.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'And there,' quoth hee, 'Ile meete my deare,<br>If God soe lend me life,<br>On this day month without all fayle<br>I will make thee my wife.'<br>Then with a sweet and loving kisse<br>They parted presentlye,<br>And att their partinge brinish teares<br>Stoode in eche others eye.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Att length the wished day was come<br>On which this beauteous mayd,<br>With longing eyes and strange attire,<br>For her true lover stayd.<br>When any person shee espyed<br>Come ryding ore the plaine,<br>She hop'd it was her owne true love;<br>But all her hopes were vaine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then did shee weepe and sore bewayle<br>Her most unhappy fate;<br>Then did shee speake these woefull words,<br>As succourless she sate;<br>'O false, forsworne, and faithlesse man,<br>Disloyall in thy love,<br>Hast thou forgott thy promise past<br>And wilt thou perjured prove?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'And hast thou now forsaken mee<br>In this my great distresse,<br>To end my dayes in open shame,<br>Which thou mightst well redresse?<br>Woe worth the time I eer believ'd<br>That flattering tongue of thine;<br>Wold God that I had never seene<br>The teares of thy false eyne.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And thus with many a sorrowful sigh<br>Homewarde shee went againe;<br>Noe rest came in her waterye eyes,<br>Shee felt such privye paine.<br>In travail strong shee felt that night,<br>With many a bitter throwe;<br>What woefull paines shee then did feel<br>Doth eche good woman knowe.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Shee called up her waiting mayd<br>That lay at her bedds feete,<br>Who, musing at her mistress woe,<br>Began full fast to weepe.<br>'Weepe not,' said shee, 'but shutt the dores<br>And windowes round about,<br>Let none bewray my wretched state,<br>But keepe all persons out.'<br>'O mistress, call your mother deare,<br>Of women you have neede,<br>And of some skilfull midwifes helpe<br>That better may you speed.'<br>'Call not my mother for thy life,<br>Nor fetch no woman here;<br>The midwifes helpe comes all too late,<br>My death I doe not feare.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With that the babe sprang from her wombe<br>No creature being nye,<br>And with one sighe, which brake her hart,<br>This gentle dame did dye.<br>The lovely litle infant younge,<br>The mother being dead,<br>Resigned its new received breath<br>To him that had it made.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Next morning came her own true love,<br>Affrighted at the newes,<br>And he for sorrow slew himselfe,<br>Whom eche one did accuse.<br>The mother with her new borne babe<br>Were laide both in one grave;<br>Their parents overworne with woe,<br>No joy thenceforth cold have.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Take heed,you dayntye damsells all,<br>Of flattering words beware,<br>And to the honour of your name<br>Have an especial care.<br>Too true, alas! this story is,<br>As many one can tell;<br>By others harmes learne to be wise,<br>And you shall do full well.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a></strong></div>