Love and Gallantry:
OR,
A Noble Seamans last adieu to his Mistris, at the time of his being unfortunately drowned in the Last
Engagement with the Dutch. With her passionate answer thereunto.
To the Tune of, Farewel my Calista.
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FArewel my Clar[i]nda my life and my soul,
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I am plungd in the sea, & on surges must rowl
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Severe is my Fate, yet the waves do not blame,
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Though they drown me they cannot extinguish my flame
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Through secret paths, to blest regions above,
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I wander, yet still must remember my Love:
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When the charming Beauties of Angels I see,
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How can I my dearest but think upon thee?
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Sometimes from those manions I hope to descend
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To whisper my Love in the ears of my friend;
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To Court her pure soul on that delicate Theam,
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In the welcome delights of an amorous Dream,
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To fan the cool air on her face as she lies,
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And acknowledge my self still a slave to her eyes:
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Too gross is the Love and too drossie the fire,
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That vanquishes soon as the breath doth expire,
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The deeds I have done I leave upon score,
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And am heartily sorry I made them no more;
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For the best of all Princes I fought in whose cause
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Even Coward would dye for to merit applause:
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May good success equal the right of his Arms,
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And providence ever protect him from harms.
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some generous thoughts in ons soul it must bring
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To love such a Mistiss, and serve such a King
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Whilst thundering Cannons rung out my sad knel
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I kept time with Broad-sides their fury to quell:
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I feard not the Bullets and thought no surprize,
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Could equal those darts that were shot from thine eys
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Alas, what more Terrour in death could there be,
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When before I was killd by my absence from thee:
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Thus resolvd I lay down on a watry Pillow,
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And was rockt to eternal sleep with a Billow.
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TIs far nobler methinks thus bravely to dye,
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Couragiously fighting a bold Enemy:
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Than that our lifes Taper should dully blaze out,
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By Feaver, Consumption, Scurvy, or Gout:
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I hate all delays, and do welcome that death,
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That comes on a sudden and puffs out ones breath:
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Yet to sweeten my fall kind fate did decree,
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I should not be wounded by any but thee.
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If the Waves to the shoar my dead body shall bear,
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And thy fair Eyes come to Embalmt with a tear,
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If with some kind wishes the Corps thou shalt view
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And acknowledge my love, and my services true:
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I then shall rejoyce not repine at my fate,
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And Princes may envy my happier state,
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For who would not dye if sure he coud be,
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But after his death to be loved by thee
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Her Answer.
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CAll not your Clarinda, your life, and your soul,
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she dyes & turns statue to hear where you rowl
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To bid her farewel, alas tis but vain,
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And remembring your love, but encreases her pain:
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Fate cannot decree to commit such a wrong,
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Unless it intend too to take me along,
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Our death as our life, such a simpathy bears,
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You are drownd in the Ocean, & I in my tears.
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In vain for thy safety, with vows, & with prayers,
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Have I interceeded and bribd heavens ears,
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Sure Destiny takes a delight to oppresse,
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The brave, and denyeth the worthy successe,
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Yet shall not the envy of Fate undermine,
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The Glory attends me in having been thine:
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I never feard death should extinguish thy Love,
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for I know by my own that it endless would prove.
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The deeds thou hast done are recorded by Fame,
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Which so loudly does eccho thy glorious name,
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that the wondring world this famd truth shal aprove
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Thy Valour was equald by nought but thy Love:
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our merchants by thee were relievd from their fears
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The Pyrates did tremble, thou humbledst Algeirs,
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where poor Christian slaves shall thy memory bless
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Releasd by thy conduct and freed from distress.
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In all the fierce warrs with the Dutch we must own
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Thy courage as great and as gallantly shown,
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Full well to their cost when the enemy knew,
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and have cause to remember the blows of the Blew
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In brief thy exploits are so many and great,
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Thou only couldst dye, for to make them compleat:
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Oh dye! how twould grieve me, that did I not know
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This comfort from fate, that my self can dye too.
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Farewel loathsome life, for I only will stay,
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Once more to embrace these dear reliques of clay:
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To seal his cold lips with a languishing kiss,
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And tell him I come to be his partner in Bliss,
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Then decently laid in his Grave from my eyes,
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A deluge of water shall presently rise:
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Whose high swelling Billows to Heaven being Hurld,
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Shall waft my soul over into a new world.
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Then meeting above in the seats of the blest,
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Where lovers in peace may eternally rest,
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where wars are quite banisht, & where they need fear
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No whispering tongue, nor evesdropping Ear,
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Where pleasures are gracd with a permanent joy,
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And waters cant drown, nor can bullets destroy,
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There linkt in each others kind arms will we sit,
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whi[l]st our fancies each moment new blisses beget
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