William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well known voice he heard, He figh'd, and caft his eyes below; The cord flides fwiftly thro' his glowing hands,. So the sweet lark high-pois'd in air, The nobleft captain in the British fleet, O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear, My vows fhall ever true remain ; Let me kifs off that falling tear, We only part to meet again. Change, as ye lift, ye winds; my heart shall be Believe Believe not what the landmen fay, Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind: They'll tell thee, failors, when away, In ev'ry port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them, when they tell thee fo,. If to fair India's coaft we fail, Thy eyes are feen in di'monds bright,. Thy breath is Africk's spicy gale, Thy skin is ivory fo white. Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view, Wakes in my foul fome charm of lovely Sus. Tho' battel calls me from thy arms, Tho' canons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns afide the balls that round me fly, Left precious tears fhould drop from Sufan's eye.. The |