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Striving is past! Ah, I must sink and drown, And that in sight of long descrièd shore! I cannot send for aid unto the town, All help is vain and I must die therefore. Then poor distressèd caitiff, be resolved To leave this earthly dwelling fraught with care; Cease will thy woes, thy corpse in earth involved, Thou diest for her that will no help prepare. O see, my case herself doth now behold; The casement open is; she seems to speak;-- But she has gone! O then I dare be bold And needs must say she caused my heart to break. I die before I drown, O heavy case! It was because I saw my mistress' face.