The loyal lovers farewel, or, The true lovers mournful ditty, : for the absence of her dearest love, who upon some importunate occasion was forc'd to cross the seas. The young-man he is sorrow here bewails the absence of his love, while that she sails on surging waves, he is opprest with fear, lease in a storm they should shipwrak his dear. But then with hopes to mittigate his pain, he prays kind Neptune guard her o're the main and that no danger e're may her annoy, but in safety return to crown his joy. To the tune of, Bright was the morning.