By an unhappy shot,

we two were parted, His deaths wound then he got, though valiant-hearted.

All this I witness can,
for I stood by him,
For courage I must say,
none did out-vye him;
He still would foremost be,
striving for honour;
But fortune is a Whore,
vengeance upon her.

But e're he was quite dead,

or his heart broken, To me these words he said, pray give this token To my love, for there is

then she none fairer, Tell her she must be kind and love the bearer.

Intomb'd he now doth lye,
in stately manner,
'Cause he fought valiantly,
for love and honour:
That right he had in you,

to me he gave it: Now since it is my due, pray let me have it.

She raging flung away, like one distracted,

Not knowing what to say,

nor what she acted: To last she curst her fate,

and shew'd her anger,

Saying, friend you come too late,

i'le have no stranger.

I know he lov'd me well for when we parted, None did in grief excell, both were true-hearted. Those promises we made,

ne'r shall be broken;

Those words that then he said,

ne'r shall be spoken.

He hearing what she said, made his love stronger, Off his disguise he laid, and staid no longer: When her dear love she knew,

in wanton fashion, Into his arms she flew,

such is loves passion.

He ask'd her how she lik'd, his counterfeiting,

Whether she was well pleas'd with such like greeting: You are well vers'd, quoth she, in several speeches, Could you coyn money so, you might get riches.

O happy gale of wind,

that waft thee over,

May Heaven preserve that ship, that brought my Lover;

Come kiss me now my sweet,

true love's no slander;

Thou shalt my Hero be,
I thy Leander.

Dido of Carthage Queen

lov'd stout Aeneas, But my true love is found

more true then he was:

Venus ne'r fonder was,

of young Adonis,

Then I will be of thee, since thy love known is.

Then hand in hand they walk,
with mirth and pleasure,
They laugh, they kiss, they talk,
love knows no measure;
Now both do sit and sing,
but she sings clearest;
Like Nightingale in Spring,
welcome my dearest.

LXXI

Love and Loyalty

A letter from a Young-Man, on Board of an English Privateer to his beloved Susan in the City of London

SUSAN, I this Letter send thee,
Let not Sighs and Tears attend thee;
we are on the Coast of France,
Taking prizes from those Nizeys,
my sweet Jewel to advance.

Since we London have forsaken,
Five Rich Prizes have we taken;

two of them Nantz Brandy Wine,
Chests of Money, my sweet Honey,
with rich Silks and Sattin fine.

The first Merchants Ship we Boarded,
Which great store of Wealth afforded,
we fell on most eagerly;

Search and Plunder, burst in sunder,
making Chests and Cabins fly.

Where the Treasure was inclosed,
We wan't in the least opposed;

rich Embroidered Silks we found, Other Treasure, out of Measure, worth near seven thousand pound. Fortune she did still befriend us, And another Booty send us;

twice the worth of that before, Though we gain'd it, and obtain'd it, yet our Guns was forc'd to Roar.

While we did both Charge and Fire, They endeavour to retire;

but the Contest was not long E'er we enter'd, bravely ventur'd, yet received but little wrong.

Love, we'll plunder French and Tory For to raise great Britains Glory,

and to pull proud Lewis down; Each great spirit then will merit, double honour and renown.

Dearest, when I first did leave thee,
Parting with thy Love did grieve thee,
but I vow'd I'd Letters send,
To improve thee, for I love thee,
as a true intire Friend.

Love this Promise is not broken,
Here I have sent thee a Token,

a rich Chain and Diamond Ring, And ten times more I have in store, which I to thee in time will bring.