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Lines Lamentable & Consolatory

1 Lament each loyal true heart,
& hear me benevolent friends;
I pray you good counsil impart,
For on such my hope now depends
An unlucky lover I've been,
I fixing my arrows to high,
Just heaven decrees that my queen,
My humblest spirit will deny.
I freely my history would tell,
An my own byography write,
If I could but do it as well
As when I enjoyed my delight
But joys of my juvinile years
Would be to mournfully drawn.
If all must be wound up in tears
For loving Maria that's gone! --
I once was all joy and delight
While she was all pleasing and gay
Her presence made short the long nigh
And softened the toiles of the day
But now of the scenes I am bereaft
And left to be pittied alone
For where can my comfort be left
When Maria's married and gone! --
4 It's true I might unto her go