How could you promise love to me,
And not that promise keep?

Why did you fwear mine eyes were bright,
Yet leave those eyes to weep?

How could you say my lips were sweet,

And made the scarlet pale?

And why did I, young witless maid,
Believe the flatt'ring tale?

That face, alas! no more is fair,

Those lips no longer red;

Dark are mine eyes now clos'd in death,
And ev'ry charm is fled.

The hungry worm my fifter is,

This winding fheet I wear,

And cold and weary lasts our night

Till that laft morn appear.

But hark! the cock has warn'd me hence,

A long and last adieu !

Come fee, falfe man, how low fhe lies

That died for love of you.

Now

Now birds did fing, and morning fmile
And fhew her glift'ring head;
Pale WILLIAM fhook in every limb,
And raving left his bed.

He hied him to the fatal place
Where MARG'RET's body lay,

And stretch'd him on the green grass turf
That wrapp'd her breathless clay.

And thrice he call'd on MARG'RET's name, And thrice he wept full fore;

Then laid his cheek to the cold earth,

And word fpake never more.

MALLET.

WAS when the feas were roaring

TW

With hollow blafts of wind,

A damfel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclin'd:

Wide o'er the foaming billows

She caft a wishful look,

Her head was crown'd with willows

That trembled o'er the brook.

Twelve months are gone and over
And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou, vent'rous lover,
Why didst thou trust the seas?
Ceafe, ceafe, thou cruel ocean
And let a lover rest;

Ah! what's thy troubled motion
To that within my breast?

The merchant robb'd of treasure
Views tempefts in despair;
But what's the lofs of treasure

To the lofing of my dear?

Should fome coaft be laid on

you

Where gold and diamonds grow,

You'll find a richer maiden,

But none that loves you

fo.

How can they say that Nature
Has nothing made in vain ;
Why then beneath the water
Do hideous rocks remain ?
No eyes thofe rocks discover,
That lurk beneath the deep,
To wreck the wand'ring lover
And leave the maid to weep.

All

All melancholy lying

Thus wail'd fhe for her dear,
Repaid each blast with fighing,
Each billow with a tear;

When o'er the white waves stooping,
His floating corps the 'spied;

Then like a lily drooping

She bow'd her head and died.

GAY.

A

LL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd,
The ftreamers waving in the wind,

When black-eyed SUSAN came on board,
O where fhall I my true love find?
Tell me, ye jovial failors, tell me true

If my sweet WILLIAM fails among your crew?

WILLIAM, who high upon the yard
Rock'd by the billows to and fro,
Soon as her well-known voice he heard,
He figh'd and caft his eyes below;

The cord glides swiftly thro' his glowing hands,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands.

So

So the sweet lark high pois'd in air
Shuts close his pinions to his breaft,
If chance his mate's fhrill call he hear,
And drops at once into her neft.
The nobleft captain in the British fleet
Might envy WILLIAM's lips those kiffes fweet.

O SUSAN, SUSAN, lovely dear,
My vows fhall ever true remain ;
Let me kiss off that falling tear,
We only part to meet again.

Change as ye lift ye winds, my heart shall be
The faithful compafs that ftill points to thee.

Believe not what the landmen fay,

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind,
They'll tell thee, failors when away
At every port a mistress find.

Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee fo,
For thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go.

If to fair India's coaft we fail,

Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright,
Thy breath is Africk's fpicy gale,
Thy skin is ivory so white;

Thus every beauteous object that I view,
my foul fome charm of lovely SUE.

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