As if he took delight to see Mine eyes like fountains flow, Oh, most ungrateful man, said she, Love proves my overthrow. Not long ago he did adore, The killing torment that I feel, Thus being fill'd with discontent, In desperate sort resolv'd and bent Down from her throat the reeking gore And though she lay a week and more, With grief and sorrow compass'd round, And all along before she died, Her eyes with tears did flow, Likewise she wrung her hands and cried, Love proves my overthrow. Farewell to him who is the cause We might have liv'd in happiness, Though now at present he may have Content, and pleasure find, When I am sleeping in my grave, He then will call to mind, Who caus'd this present wretched state, And fill his heart with woe, And then he may repent too late XLVII. THE YOUNG SEAMAN'S MISFORTUNE, OR, The False-hearted Lass of Limehouse. [From the Pepys Collection.] To the tune of the Spinning-wheel. Licensed according to order. You loyal lovers far and near, That live and reign in Cupid's court, I'd have you freely lend an ear, While I my sorrows do report: She that I lov'd has left me o'er ; In her I plac'd my chief delight, On board of ship I chanc'd to go, To serve our good and gracious king; Now when she found it must be so, She did her hands in sorrow wring, Yet wedded when I left the shore; I'll never trust a woman more. My dearest love, she often cry'd, Alas! what will become of me? A thousand solemn vows I made, I'll never trust a woman more, I was obliged to leave the land, At which tears in her eyes did stand, I gave her then a ring of gold, Five months I ploughed the ocean main, With courage void of dread and fear: At length with joy return'd again To the embraces of my dear. But she another had in store! Constancy doth torture me, And make my sorrows most severe; |