A
SONG
.
In
vain
You
tell
your
parting
Lover
,
You
wish
fair
Winds
may
waft
Him
over
.
Alas
!
what
Winds
can
happy
prove
,
That
bear
Me
far
from
what
I
love
?
Alas
!
what
Dangers
on
the
Main
Can
equal
Those
that
I
sustain
,
From
slighted
Vows
,
and
cold
Disdain
?
Be
gentle
,
and
in
Pity
choose
To
wish
the
wildest
Tempests
loose
:
That
thrown
again
upon
the
Coast
,
Where
first
my
Shipwrackt
Heart
was
lost
,
I
may
once
more
repeat
my
Pain
;
Once
more
in
dying
Notes
complain
Of
slighted
Vows
,
and
cold
Disdain
.