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R227968 1 To the same tune Sefautian's Farewell To the same tune MY Sefaution, art thou Deceased, / and left thy Silvia in sorrow behind? Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 6 An Answer to / SEFAUTIANS Farewel, / OR, / Fair Silvia's Dying Complaint for the decease of her Love. An Answer to SEFAUTIANS Farewel, OR, Fair Silvia's Dying Complaint for the decease of her Love. An Answer to SEFAUTIAN'S Farewell, OR, Fair Silvia's Dying Complaint for the decease of her Love. 1685-1685 J. Deacon

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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: My 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.
Diddst thou Dote so much on my Beauty, and yet I would not thy Favours regard; For that cruel neglect 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 bear.
IN this Tomb now lies my Sefautian, while my poor heart is ready to brake; For I suffer the pains of my passion, I wish, my Dear, I had dyd 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. Hes gone before, whom I did adore, The thoughts of his Sayings does trouble me so[re,] From Misery, Death set me free, For why should I live any longer here, than he. While thy dying tears they were vented, thou saidst, 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 promisd to crown[;] But first I try thy Constancy, Not thinking that Death woud have been thy desti[ny.] While I on my Pillows am lying, methinks I hear then his hovering Ghost, With shrill trembling voice he is crying, 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 turnd to a Feaver, make haste, kind Charon, she often did cry; 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: Ill no more be, in Chains, but free, For my dear Sefautian, I come, I come to thee.
FINIS. This may be Printed, R. P. Printed for J. Deacon, in Guilt-spur-street.