Ne’er cou’d I think, that when you had enjoy’d
My Favours, with them you ’d so soon be cloy’d:
{Or that the Dangers of the Sea you ’d run,
{Scorn Rocks and Pirates too, that you might shun
{A Maid that lov’d like me, and is by you undone.
{Reflect, thou faithless Man! and call to mind
{What I ’ve endur’d for you, yet not repin’d,
{And tell me, can this Treatment then be kind?
The Officer now presses me to ’ve done
My Letter, or (he says) he must be gone;