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<HEAD>An An&s;wer to SEFAUTIANS Farewel, OR, Fair <HI>Silvia</HI>'s Dying Complaint for the decea&s;e of her Love.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame TUNE.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>My Sefaution, art thou Decea&s;ed,</L>
<L>and left thy Silvia in &s;orrow behind?</L>
<L>From my Torments let me be relea&s;ed,</L>
<L>for in this World I no Comfort can find:</L>
<L>By Loving Swain, for thee I Complain,</L>
<L>O that I was able to call thee again;</L>
<L>Then &s;hould I be, happy in thee,</L>
<L>But this is a Bles&s;ing I never more &s;hall &s;ee.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Didd'&s;t thou Dote &s;o much on my Beauty,</L>
<L>and yet I would not thy Favours regard;</L>
<L>For that cruel neglea of my Duty,</L>
<L>the&s;e pains I bear is a legal Reward.</L>
<L>Here in this Brea&s;t, my Soul is oppre&s;t,</L>
<L>With &s;ad &s;ighs and angui&s;h, O where &s;hall I re&s;t;</L>
<L>Here in di&s;pair, the&s;e Robes I tear,</L>
<L>The heighth of my pas&s;ion is more than I can hear.</L>
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<L>IN this Tomb now lies my Sefautians,</L>
<L>while my poor heart is ready to brake;</L>
<L>For I &s;uffer the pains of my pas&s;ion,</L>
<L>I with, my Dear, I had dy'd for thy &s;ake.</L>
<L>Nothing appears, but troops of new fears,</L>
<L>And here do I water thy Tomb with my Tears:</L>
<L>Never did one, make greater moan,</L>
<L>For thou art departed, and I am left alone.</L>
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<L>We by Death are parted a&s;under,</L>
<L>and I am left to bemoan my hard Fate;</L>
<L>O what &s;orrow of heart I lye under,</L>
<L>I weep for thee; but alas 'tis too late.</L>
<L>He's gone before, whom I did adore,</L>
<L>The thoughts of his Sayings does trouble me &s;ore;</L>
<L>From Mi&s;ery, Death &s;et me free,</L>
<L>For why &s;hould I live any longer here, than he.</L>
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<L>While thy dying tears they were vented,</L>
<L>thou &s;aid'&s;t, fair Silvia, I bid thee adieu;</L>
<L>But when gone, I &s;hall then be lamented,</L>
<L>and now I find that thy &s;ayings are true;</L>
<L>Why did a frown, &s;o &s;oon ca&s;t thee down,</L>
<L>Thy &s;orrows with favours I promis'd to crown:</L>
<L>But fir&s;t I try, thy Con&s;tancy,</L>
<L>Not thinking that Death wou'd have been thy de&s;tiny.</L>
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<L>While I on my Pillows am lying,</L>
<L>methinks I hear then his hovering Gho&s;t,</L>
<L>With &s;hrill trembling voice he is trying,</L>
<L>make ha&s;te, fair Silvia, whom I loved mo&s;t.</L>
<L>This would he &s;ay, Love, make ha&s;te away,</L>
<L>And do not endeavour no longer delay:</L>
<L>He is, I know, in Shades below,</L>
<L>And therefore I now will to the Elizium go.</L>
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<L>Scorching-Love &s;oon turn'd to a Feaver,</L>
<L>make ha&s;te, kind Charon, &s;he often did try;</L>
<L>All her beautiful Charms they did leave her,</L>
<L>as in Deaths power &s;he panting did lye.</L>
<L>Then with a groan, and &s;orrowful moan,</L>
<L>Fair Silvia &s;aid thus to her Lover alone:</L>
<L>I'll no more be, in Chains, but free,</L>
<L>For my dear Sefautian, I came, I come to the.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>This may be Printed, <HI>R. P.</HI></P>
<P>Printed for I. Deacon. in Guilt-&s;pur-&s;treet.</P>
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