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 This is enough for a man to say, Who never did nor will betray Your innocence in any way: The rocks that in the ocean lie, Then sooner may themselves remove, Then I prove false to thee my love. My dear I have before I go, Full twenty kisses to bestow? Besides I have laid up in store Ten times as many millions more? Which you shall certainly receive At my return pray do not grieve, Altho I go on board this night, Yet nevertheless, my hearts delight, I would not have you for to grieve, But from my hand this ring receive In token I’ll be just and true? And love none in the world but you Perhaps there may be wonders wrought, And to our King great trophies brought? These joyful tidings soon will spread, And laurels crown the royal head Of our most gracious King, and then We shall appear victorious men, The joy and pride of Christendom, Will such renowned trophies bring: Then I must be among the brave, Come life, come, death I mean to have My lot, where honour seems to dwell, So now ten thousand times farewel. When she had got the last salute,