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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.
ABROAD as I was walking,
down by a ſhaddy 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.