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Ceafe, Calia, ceafe; restrain thy flowing tears,
He's dead. Oh lay him gently in the ground!
SONGS AND BALLADS.
SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL
LL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The ftreamers waving in the wind,
Oh! where fhall I my true-love find?
So the sweet lark, high-pois'd in air,
The nobleft Captain in the British fleet
Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear,
My vows fhall ever true remain ;
We only part to meet again..
Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind,
Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo,
If to fair India's coaft we fail,
Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thus every beauteous object that I view,
my foul fome charm of lovely Sue.
Love turns afide the balls that round me fly,
The fails their fwelling bofor fpread;
They kifs'd, the figh'd, he hung his head.
FROM THE WHAT-D'YE-CALL-IT.
WAS when the feas were roaring
With hollow blafts of wind;
A damfel lay deploring,
All on a rock reclin'd.
Wide o'er the foaming billows
She caft a wifful look;
Her head was crown'd with willows,
Twelve months are gone and over,
The merchant, robb'd of pleasure,
Should fome coaft be laid on,'
Where gold and diamonds grow, You'd find a richer maiden,
But none that loves you fo.
How can they say that nature
All melancholy lying,
Thus wail'd fhe for her dear;
She bow'd her head, and dy'd.
THE LADY'S LAMENTATION.
A BALLA D.
PHYLLIDA, that lov'd to dream
In the grove, or by the stream ;
What, alas fhould fill her head,
Water and a willow?
Love in cities never dwells,
Which fweet woodbine covers.