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Altho so long she had been mute
She burst into a flood of tears?
Crying alas! my blooming years
Are blasted now with care and grief?
I'm sure I can get no relief.
You tell me of your constancy,
I do not question’t no not I,
But when we so far apart,
I'll languish with a bleeding heart,
No days of comfort can there be,
When you are on the raging sea.
When Boreas surly blasts do blow,
And Neptunes waves rise to and fro,
And thunder seem to burst the skies?
And many dangers more likewise,
Which threaten you upon the deep,
Will often make mine eyes to weep.
But if you should escape those harms
That fall in midst of various storms;
Yet you may in the battle fall,
By dint of sword, or cannon ball,
As many heretofore have done;
And why should you such hazard run.
You talk of gaining honour great,
But what if it should be your fate,
To meet with broken shattered bones,
When lying under grievous groans,
Will honour cure your limbs again
No you must undergo the pain.
Cosider this, my joy, my dear,
No further go, cast anchor here,
