The two Lymas Lovers,
Thomas and Betty.
Set forth in a Dialogue between them at his Departure.
Altho' they part, yet still his Heart
was true, he lov'd her dear.
And likewise she in Loyalty,
did perfectly appear.
Tune of, O so so ungrateful a Creature,
This may be Printed. R.P.
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FAirest of Creatures I leave thee,
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now for a Twelve-month or more,
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Yet I will never deceive thee,
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but will thy blessings restore:
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When I return from the Ocean,
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Gold I will bring to my dear,
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For my sweet Jewels promotion,
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there is no Perils i'le fear.
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Surely thy words they are killing,
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which to my sorrow I hear,
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Never was Maid mo[r]e unwill[i]ng,
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than I to part with my dear,
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Why wilt thou hazard the dangers,
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of the Tempestious Seas,
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With the abuses of Strangers,
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when thou might live at thy ease.
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Why should those dangers affright us,
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Seamen must ne'r be dismay'd,
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There is nothing can delight us,
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more then a prosperous Trade:
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Sailing from Nation to Nation,
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travelling Seamen behold.
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Wonderful Works of Creation,
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bring home the Indian Gold.
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Why dost thou tell me of treasure?
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threaten me that thou wilt roam,
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Can I possess greater pleasure,
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then to embrace thee at home?
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O that I might but enjoy thee,
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what thy true-lover craves,
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Here there is none can annoy thee,
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no not the turbulent Waves.
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What tho' awhile we are parted?
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heaven still will be my guide,
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Why should I then be faint-hearted?
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since there is many beside,
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Captain, with valliant stout Seamen,
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Bowson with all the whole Crew,
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Marryed Men as well as Freemen,
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fears not what Tempests can do.
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Dearest thy language does grieve me,
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being surrounded with fears,
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Hast thou the power to leave me,
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drowned with sorrowful tears?
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When I consider my Jewel,
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whom I so dearly adore,
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Meet with those Billows so cruel,
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where I shall see him no more.
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Love, when most terrible thunder,
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causes a Tempest to rise,
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Tearing your Rigging asunder,
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tost between Billows and Skies.
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Weeping alas! must relieve me,
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while thou art Sailing the Sea,
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Nothing in nature doth grieve me,
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more than the parting with thee.
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Prithee be patient my Sweeting,
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let nothing trouble thy mind,
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There will be joy in next meeting,
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thou shalt assuredly find,
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When I return you shall flourish,
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Jewels to thee I will give,
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And in my Arms I will nourish,
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my Love as long as I live.
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No one but thee I will Marry,
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whom I do dearly adore,
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Tho I no longer can tarry
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with thee my Jewel on Shore:
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Let it be still thy endeavour,
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truly contented to be,
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Tho for a while we must sever,
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I will be Loyal to thee.
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Seeing we must be divided,
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and that thou wilt have thy will,
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May you by Blessings be guided,
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thus I shall pray for thee still:
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That nothing may e're anoy thee,
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while thou com'st safe to the Shore;
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Love I shall long to enjoy thee,
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and to behold thee once more.
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