An Answer to Sefautians Farewel

My Sefaution, art thou Deceased,
and left thy Silvia in sorrow behind?
From my Torments let me be released,
for in this World I no Comfort can find:
By Loving Swain, for thee I Complain,
O that I was able to call thee again;
Then should I be, happy in thee,
But this is a Blessing I never more shall see.

Didd'st thou Dote so much on my Beauty,
and yet I would not thy Favours regard;
For that cruel neglea of my Duty,
these pains I bear is a legal Reward.
Here in this Breast, my Soul is opprest,
With sad sighs and anguish, O where shall I rest;
Here in dispair, these Robes I tear,
The heighth of my passion is more than I can hear.

In this Tomb now lies my Sefautians,
while my poor heart is ready to brake;
For I suffer the pains of my passion,
I with, my Dear, I had dy'd for thy sake.
Nothing appears, but troops of new fears,
And here do I water thy Tomb with my Tears:
Never did one, make greater moan,
For thou art departed, and I am left alone.

We by Death are parted asunder,
and I am left to bemoan my hard Fate;
O what sorrow of heart I lye under,
I weep for thee; but alas 'tis too late.
He's gone before, whom I did adore,
The thoughts of his Sayings does trouble me sore;
From Misery, Death set me free,
For why should I live any longer here, than he.

While thy dying tears they were vented,
thou said'st, fair Silvia, I bid thee adieu;
But when gone, I shall then be lamented,
and now I find that thy sayings are true;
Why did a frown, so soon cast thee down,
Thy sorrows with favours I promis'd to crown:
But first I try, thy Constancy,
Not thinking that Death wou'd have been thy destiny.

While I on my Pillows am lying,
methinks I hear then his hovering Ghost,
With shrill trembling voice he is trying,
make haste, fair Silvia, whom I loved most.
This would he say, Love, make haste away,
And do not endeavour no longer delay:
He is, I know, in Shades below,
And therefore I now will to the Elizium go.

Scorching-Love soon turn'd to a Feaver,
make haste, kind Charon, she often did try;
All her beautiful Charms they did leave her,
as in Deaths power she panting did lye.
Then with a groan, and sorrowful moan,
Fair Silvia said thus to her Lover alone:
I'll no more be, in Chains, but free,
For my dear Sefautian, I came, I come to the.