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112 And yet he with no feign'd delight

Had woo'd the Maiden, day and night

Had lov'd her, night and morn;

What could he less than love a Maid

Whose heart with so much nature play'd

So kind and so forlorn?

But now the pleasant dream was gone,

No hope, no wish remain'd, not one,

They stirr'd him now no more,

New objects did new pleasure give,

And once again he wish'd to live

As lawless as before.

Meanwhile as thus with him it fared,

They for the voyage were prepared

And went to the sea-shore,

But, when they thither came, the Youth

Deserted his poor Bride, and Ruth

Could never find him more.