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His heart at thefe tidings was ready to break,

Some minutes he had not the power for to fpeak,

At length with a flood of tears he replied,

Farewel to the pleafures and joys of a bride.

My forrows is more than I’m able to bear,

Is Sufan departed, fweet Sufan the fair.

There’s none in the world I’ll marry fince fhe,

Is laid in the grave that was worthy of me.

Their prefence he quitted with watery eye',

And went to his father and mother likewife,

His own loving parents, and to them he left

His wealth, becaufe he of his love was bereft.

Refolved I am for to travel again,

Perhaps it may wear off my forrow and pain,

Take take care of my riches, it’s treafure unknown,

And if I return not then all is your own

But if I live to fee you once more,

I make no great doubt but the fame you’ll reftore;

Ay that I will fon the father replied,

So for this long voyage he ftraight did provide.

He entered on board and away he did fteer,

The feas they were calm and the elements clear

At firft, but at length a great ftorm did ftrife,

Black clouds they did cover and darken the fkies.

The feas they did rage and the winds they did roar

At length being drove on the Hollanders’ fhore,

Their fhip was all tore and fhatter'd indeed,

Then on their voyage they could not proceed.

Now while they lay by their good fhip to repair,

Will walk’d to the Hague and waklk’d here and there,

And as he was walking along in the street,

His beautiful Susan he chanced to meet,