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is past! Ah, I must sink and drown,

And that in sight of long descrièd shore!

I cannot send for aid unto the town,

All help is vain and I must die therefore.

Then poor distressèd caitiff, be resolved

To leave this earthly dwelling fraught with care;

Cease will thy woes, thy corpse in earth involved,

Thou diest for her that will no help prepare.

O see, my case herself doth now behold;

The casement open is; she seems to speak;—

But she has gone! O then I dare be bold

And needs must say she caused my heart to break.

I die before I drown, O heavy case!

It was because I saw my mistress' face.