A Crovvne-Garland of Govlden Roses Gathered out of Englands royall garden. Being the liues and strange fortunes of many great personages of this Land. Set forth in many pleasant new songs and sonetts neuer before imprinted. By Richard Iohnson |
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The Lamentable song of the Lord Wigmoore
gouernor of Warwicke Castle, and the fayre
maid of Dunsmoore: as a warning to all
maids to haue care how they yeeld to the
wanton delights of young gallants.
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The Lamentable song of the Lord Wigmoore gouernor of Warwicke Castle, and the fayre maid of Dunsmoore: as a warning to all maids to haue care how they yeeld to the wanton delights of young gallants.
In
Warwicke-sheir there stands a downe,
and Dunsmoore heath it hath to name:
Adioyning to a country towne,
made famous by a maidens name.
and Dunsmoore heath it hath to name:
Adioyning to a country towne,
made famous by a maidens name.
Faire Isabel she called was,
a shepheards daughter as some say:
To Wigmoores eare her fame did passe,
as he in Warwicke Castle lay.
a shepheards daughter as some say:
To Wigmoores eare her fame did passe,
as he in Warwicke Castle lay.
Poore loue-sicke Lord, immediatly,
vpon her fame set his delight:
And thought much pleasure sure did lie,
possessing of so sweet a wight.
vpon her fame set his delight:
And thought much pleasure sure did lie,
possessing of so sweet a wight.
Therfore to Dunsmore did repaire,
to recreate his sickly mind:
Where in a summers euening faire,
his chance was Isabell to find.
to recreate his sickly mind:
Where in a summers euening faire,
his chance was Isabell to find.
She sat amidst a medow greene,
most richly spred with smelling flowers.
And by a riuer she was seene,
to spend away some euening howers.
most richly spred with smelling flowers.
And by a riuer she was seene,
to spend away some euening howers.
There sat this maiden all alone,
washing her selfe in secret wise,
Which Uirgin faire to looke vppon,
did much delight his longing eyes?
washing her selfe in secret wise,
Which Uirgin faire to looke vppon,
did much delight his longing eyes?
She thinking not to be espied.
had layd from her her Contrey tire,
The tresses of her haire vntide,
hung glistring like the golden wier,
had layd from her her Contrey tire,
The tresses of her haire vntide,
hung glistring like the golden wier,
And as the flakes of winters snow,
that lies vnmelted on the plaines.
So white her body was in show,
like siluer springs did run her vaines.
that lies vnmelted on the plaines.
So white her body was in show,
like siluer springs did run her vaines.
He rauisht with this pleasing sight,
Stood as a man amazed still:
Suffring his eyes to take delight,
That neuer thought they had their fill.
Stood as a man amazed still:
Suffring his eyes to take delight,
That neuer thought they had their fill.
She blinded his affection so,
That reasons rules were led awry:
And loue the coales of lust did blow,
Which to a fire soone flamed hye.
That reasons rules were led awry:
And loue the coales of lust did blow,
Which to a fire soone flamed hye.
And though he knew the sinne was great,
Yet burned so within his brest:
With such a vehement scorching heat,
That none but she could lend him rest.
Yet burned so within his brest:
With such a vehement scorching heat,
That none but she could lend him rest.
Lord Wigmoore thus beeing drownd in lust,
By liking of this dainty Dame:
He call'd a seruant of great trust,
Inquiring straight what was her name.
By liking of this dainty Dame:
He call'd a seruant of great trust,
Inquiring straight what was her name.
She is quoth he no married wife,
But a Shepheards daughter as you see:
And with her father leads her life,
Whose dwellings by these pastures bee.
But a Shepheards daughter as you see:
And with her father leads her life,
Whose dwellings by these pastures bee.
Her name is Isabel the faire,
Then stay quoth he, and speake no more:
But to my Castle straight her beare,
Her sight hath wounded me full sore.
Then stay quoth he, and speake no more:
But to my Castle straight her beare,
Her sight hath wounded me full sore.
Thus to Lord Wigmoore she was brought,
Who with delight his fancies fed:
And through his sute such means he wrought
That he intic'd her to his bed.
Who with delight his fancies fed:
And through his sute such means he wrought
That he intic'd her to his bed.
This beeing done incontinent,
She did returne from whence she came,
And euery day she did inuent,
To couer her receiued shame.
She did returne from whence she came,
And euery day she did inuent,
To couer her receiued shame.
But ere three months were fully past,
Her crime committed plaine appeares:
Unto Lord Wigmoore then in hast,
She long complain'd with weeping teares.
Her crime committed plaine appeares:
Unto Lord Wigmoore then in hast,
She long complain'd with weeping teares.
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