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May not my jewel be diſmay'd,
with cruel wars alarm,
Some things in view may turn a prize,
till it fills my love-ſick arm.
No curſed gold nor beauty bright,
ſhall ever gain him from me,
But like the turtle I ſhall remain,
until he returns unto me.
No coſtly robes, nor beds of down,
ſhall make me to ſurrender,
Although we part, he has my heart,
on board the Cambridge Tender.
FAIR SUSANNA.
ASK if yon damaſk roſe be ſweet,
that ſcents the ambient air,
Then aſk each ſhepherd that you meet,
if dear Suſanna’s fair.
Say, will the vulture quit his prey,
and warble thro’ the grove!
Bid wanton linnets quit the ſpray,
then doubt thy ſhepherd’s love.
The ſpoils of war let heroes ſhare,
let pride and ſplendor ſhine;
Ye bards, unenvy’d laurels wear,
be fair Suſanna mine.
FINIS.
