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(7) The ſea was leſs troubled by far than my mind,

for when the wide main I ſurvey’d,

I could not help thinking the world was unkind,

and Fortune a ſlippery jade.

And I vow'd if once I could take her in tow,

I'd let the ungrateful ones ſee,

That the turbulent winds and the billows could ſhow

more kindneſs than they did to me.



THE LOVELY SOLDIER.

as I was walking,

down by a ſhady grove,

Where I heard a Soldier talking

of pretty tales of love:

The tears did trickle down

his lovely roſy cheek,

Which fill’d my heart with fatal love,

altho’ I dare not ſpeak.