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Magdalene College - Pepys
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Love in Despair:
OR, THE
Virgin's Lamentation for her Love,
WHO
Was unfortunately Drowned near the English-
shore, on his Return from the West-Indies.
To the Tune of, The Ruined Virgin.

YOu loyal Lovers all help me to moan,
Who am so deep in thrall and left alone,
The unkind hand of Fate,
Has rob'd me of my Mate,
In tears I will relate my Grief and Woe.

Alas! why was I born this day to see?
Since I am left forlorn, in Misery,
In Tears my Life I'll spend,
Because I've lost a Friend,
Whose Love did me defend, from danger here.

He was a Seaman bold, of Courage brave,
That scorn'd to be controul'd, or once to have
His Heart with fear conceal'd,
When Danger was reveal'd,
He'd rather die then yield to any Foe.

No Man in Battle more valliant could be,
When Cannons did rattle on the raging Sea,
His Life he would expose,
To fight his Country's Foes,
For he was none of those that fear'd to die.

But Neptune proves unkind, by conqu'ring the brave,
As to my Grief I find, for in a Wave
My dearest Love was drown'd,
He being homeward bound,
This does my Sences wound with Grief and Care.

When first this dismal News to me was told,
My Heart began to muse and waxed cold,
Wishing in Heart this thing,
That I had dy'd with him,
Then had my Sorrows been all at an end.

More Love and Constancy sure ne'er was shown,
Then had my dearest Joy, for whom I moan,
When Dangers him oppress,
These words he did express,
My Dear kind Heavens bless for evermore.

Then was my Love by the Waves overcome,
And laid for to sleep in his watery Tomb;
No Passing-Bell was there,
His Knell for to declare,
Sea Nymphs and Fishes were his mourning Guess.

Thus love and constancy lyes in the deep,
For want of whose company I mourn and weep,
Comfort I will have none,
Since he is Dead and gone,
But will remain alone till Death me take.

In places where none frequent by the Sea-side,
My Love for to lament there I'll abide,
That I may ne're forget,
What Dangers him bereft,
Who was my constant Mate untill he Dy'd.


London: Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden-ball in Pye-corner.

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