An answer to Sefautians farewel, or, Fair Silvia's dying complaint for the decease of her love. To the same tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B01393 of text R227968 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing A3374). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B01393 Wing A3374 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[18] 99887597 ocm99887597 183225 2240899998

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B01393) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 183225) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A5:2[16]) An answer to Sefautians farewel, or, Fair Silvia's dying complaint for the decease of her love. To the same tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill., woodcuts. Printed for I. Deacon, in Guilt-spur-street., [London] : [between 1685-1688] Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse - "My Sefaution, art thou deceased,". Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo An answer to Sefautians farewel, or, Fair Silvia's dying complaint for the decease of her love. To the same tune. anon 1688 1 578 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-06 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-11 Sampled and proofread 2008-11 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An Answer to SEFAUTIANS Farewel , OR , Fair Silvia's Dying Complaint for the decease of her Love. To the same TUNE .

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 't is 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. FINIS .

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Printed for I. Deacon . in Guilt-spur-street .