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 Cease, cease, ye murd'ring winds,

To move a wave;

But if with troubled minds

You seek his grave;

Know 'tis as various as yourselves,

Now in the deep, then on the shelves,

His coffin toss'd by fish and surges fell,

Whilst Willy weeps and bids all joy farewell.

Had he Arion-like

Been judged to drown,

He on his lute could strike

So rare a sowne,

A thousand dolphins would have come

And jointly strive to bring him home.

But he on shipboard died, by sickness fell,

Since when his Willy bade all joy farewell.

Great Neptune, hear a swain!

His coffin take,

And with a golden chain

For pity make

It fast unto a rock near land!

Where ev'ry calmy morn I'll stand,

And ere one sheep out of my fold I tell,

Sad Willy's pipe shall bid his friend farewell.

by Adonis' side

Crying kiss'd, and kissing cried,

Wrung her hands and tore her hair

For Adonis dying there.

Stay (quoth she) O stay and live!

Nature surely doth not give

To the earth her sweetest flowers

To be seen but some few hours.