813:02,000[' ]| 813:02,001[B ]| I led my Silvia to a Grove, 813:02,002[B ]| Where all the Boughs did shade us 813:02,003[B ]| The Sun it self, though it had strove 813:02,004[B ]| It could not have betray'd us. 813:02,005[B ]| The place secur'd from humane eyes 813:02,006[B ]| No other fear alows, 813:02,007[B ]| But when the Winds do gently rise; 813:02,008[B ]| And kiss the yeilding Boughs. 813:02,009[B ]| Down there we sate upon the Moss, 813:02,010[B ]| And did begin to play, 813:02,011[B ]| A thousand wanton tricks to pass, 813:02,012[B ]| The heat of all the day. 813:02,013[B ]| A many kisses I did give, 813:02,014[B ]| And she return'd the same, 813:02,015[B ]| Which made her willing to receive; 813:02,016[B ]| That which I dare not name. 813:02,017[B ]| My greedy eyes no ayds requir'd, 813:02,018[B ]| To tell their amorous Tale, 813:02,019[B ]| On her that was already fir'd: 813:02,020[B ]| 'Twas easy to prevail. 813:02,021[B ]| I did but kiss and claspe her round, 813:02,022[B ]| Whilst they my thoughts exprest, 813:02,023[B ]| And laid her gently on the ground: 813:02,024[B ]| Oh! who can guess the rest. 813:03,000[' ]| <3 A Song to a Scotish tune.> 813:03,001[B ]| Come my Phillis, let us improve, 813:03,002[B ]| Both our joy of equal love, 813:03,003[B ]| Whilst we in yonder shady Grove, 813:03,004[B ]| Count Minutes by our kisses. 813:03,005[B ]| See the Flowers how sweetly they spread, 813:03,006[B ]| And each displayes his coloured head, 813:03,007[B ]| To make for us a fragrant Bed, 813:03,008[B ]| To practise o're new blisses. 813:03,009[B ]| The Sun it self, with love does conspire, 813:03,010[B ]| And sends abroad his ardent fire, 813:03,011[B ]| And kindly seems to bid us retire; 813:03,012[B ]| And shade us from his Glory. 813:03,013[B ]| Then fairest come, and do not fear, 813:03,014[B ]| All that your Slave desires there, 813:03,015[B ]| Is Phillis, what you love to hear 813:03,016[B ]| Him say; that he does adore you. 813:03,017[B ]| Ah! Phillis, if you love me so, 813:03,018[B ]| As you perswaded me long ago, 813:03,019[B ]| Why should you now refuse to do, 813:03,020[B ]| What you so oft have vow'd me; 813:03,021[B ]| Did I e're your bounty abuse, 813:03,022[B ]| Or your severest commands refuse: 813:03,023[B ]| Nay rather choose to languish then to lose 813:03,024[B ]| The perfect respect I ow'd to you, 813:03,025[B ]| Yet Phillis some reward is due, 813:03,026[B ]| To him who dayly does renew 813:03,027[B ]| The passion which he has for you 813:03,028[B ]| And is a faithfull Lover, 813:03,029[B ]| Then come to my dearest be not shy, 813:03,030[B ]| Thou knowest my heart, and my secresie 813:03,031[B ]| Wait not this oppertunity, 813:03,032[B ]| When none can our joyes, discover. 813:03,033[B ]| Phillis, in vain you shed these tears, 813:03,034[B ]| Why do you blush, which speak your fears, 813:03,035[B ]| There's none but your Amintas hears. 813:03,036[B ]| What means this pretty passion, 813:03,037[B ]| Can you fear your fancies will cloy, 813:03,038[B ]| Those that the blessings do injoy, 813:03,039[B ]| Oh, no such needless fears destroy; 813:03,040[B ]| This nicetie's out of Fashion, 813:03,041[B ]| When thou hast don, by Pan I sware, 813:03,042[B ]| Thou wilt unto mine eyes appear, 813:03,043[B ]| A thousand times more charming and fair; 813:03,044[B ]| Then thou weart to my first desire, 813:03,045[B ]| That smile was kind: and now thou'rt wise, 813:03,046[B ]| To throw away that coy disguise: 813:03,047[B ]| And by the vigor of thy eyes, 813:03,048[B ]| Declare thy youth and fire. 813:04,000[' ]| <4 Song to a Scotish tune.> 813:04,001[A ]| When Jemmy, first began to Love, 813:04,002[A ]| He was the finest Swain: 813:04,003[A ]| That ever yet a flock had drove, 813:04,004[A ]| Or danc'd upon the Plain. 813:04,005[A ]| 'Twas yau that I, way's me poor heart, 813:04,006[A ]| My freedom threw a*way, 813:04,007[A ]| And finding sweets in every smart: 813:04,008[A ]| I could not say him nay. 813:04,009[A ]| And ever when he spoke of Love, 813:04,010[A ]| He would his eyes decline, 813:04,011[A ]| And every sigh, wou'd take a heart, 813:04,012[A ]| Gued faith and why not mine. 813:04,013[A ]| He'd press my Hand, and kiss it oft, 813:04,014[A ]| His silence spoke his flame, 813:04,015[A ]| And whilst he treated me thus soft; 813:04,016[A ]| I wisht him more to blame. 813:04,017[A ]| Sometimes to feed my flocks with him, 813:04,018[A ]| My Jemmy would invite me, 813:04,019[A ]| There he the gayest Songs, would sing: 813:04,020[A ]| On purpose to delight me, 813:04,021[A ]| And Jemmy every grace display'd, 813:04,022[A ]| Which were enough I trow, 813:04,023[A ]| To conquer any princely Maid: 813:04,024[A ]| So did he me I vow. 813:04,025[A ]| But now for Jemmy must I mourn, 813:04,026[A ]| Who to the Wars must go, 813:04,027[A ]| His Sheep-hook to a Sword must turn; 813:04,028[A ]| Alass! what shall I do. 813:04,029[A ]| His Bag-pipe into war-like sounds, 813:04,030[A ]| Must now exchanged be, 813:04,031[A ]| Instead of Garlands, fearfull Wounds: 813:04,032[A ]| Then what becomes of me. 813:18,000[' ]| <18 Song.> 813:18,000[' ]| 813:18,001[A ]| Love in Fantastique Triumph satt, 813:18,002[A ]| Whilst Bleeding Hearts a*round him flow'd, 813:18,003[A ]| For whom Fresh paines he did Create, 813:18,004[A ]| And strange Tyranick power he show'd; 813:18,005[A ]| From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire, 813:18,006[A ]| Which round about, in sport he hurl'd; 813:18,007[A ]| But 'twas from mine, he took desire, 813:18,008[A ]| Enough to undo the Amorous World. 813:18,009[A ]| From me he took his sighs and tears, 813:18,010[A ]| From thee his Pride and Crueltie; 813:18,011[A ]| From me his Languishments and Feares, 813:18,012[A ]| And every Killing Dart from thee; 813:18,013[A ]| Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd, 813:18,014[A ]| And sett him up a Deity; 813:18,015[A ]| But my poor Heart alone is harm'd, 813:18,016[A ]| Whilst thine the Victor is, and free. 813:19,000[' ]| <19 Song.> 813:19,000[' ]| 813:19,001[' ]| Amyntas that true hearted Swaine, 813:19,002[' ]| Upon a Rivers Banck was lay'd, 813:19,003[' ]| Where to the pittying streames he did complain 813:19,004[' ]| On Silvia that false Charming Maid. 813:19,005[' ]| Whilst shee was still regardless of his paine. 813:19,006[' ]| Ah! charming Silvia, would he cry; 813:19,007[' ]| And what he said, the Echoes wou'd reply: 813:19,008@b | Be kind or else I dy, ~~ I dy 813:19,009@b | Be kind or else I dy, ~~ I dy. 813:19,010@b | Those smiles and Kisses which you give, 813:19,011@b | Remember Sylvia are my due; 813:19,012@b | And all the Joyes my Rivall does receive, 813:19,013@b | He ravishes from me not you: 813:19,014@b | Ah Silvia! can I live and this believe? 813:19,015@b | Insensibles are toucht to see 813:19,016@b | My Languishments, and seem to pitty me: 813:19,017@b | Which I demand of thee: ~~ of thee 813:19,018@b | Which I demand of thee: ~~ of thee. 813:19,000[' ]| 813:20,000[' ]| <20 Song.> 813:20,000[' ]| 813:20,001[A ]| Damon I cannot blame your will, 813:20,002[A ]| 'Twas Chance and not Design did kill; 813:20,003[A ]| For whilst you did prepare your Charmes, 813:20,004[A ]| On purpose Silvia to subdue: 813:20,005[A ]| I met the Arrows as they flew, 813:20,006[A ]| And sav'd her from their harms. 813:20,007[A ]| Alas! she cannot make returnes, 813:20,008[A ]| Who for a Swaine already Burnes; 813:20,009[A ]| A Shepherd whom she does Caress: 813:20,010[A ]| With all the softest marks of Love, 813:20,011[A ]| And 'tis in vain thou seek'st to move, 813:20,012[A ]| The cruel Shepherdess. 813:20,013[A ]| Content thee with this Victory, 813:20,014[A ]| Think me as faire and young as she: 813:20,015[A ]| I'le make thee Garlands all the day, 813:20,016[A ]| And in the Groves we'l sit and sing; 813:20,017[A ]| I'le Crown thee with the pride o' th' Spring, 813:20,018[A ]| When thou art Lord of May. 813:22,000[' ]| <22 The Sence of a Letter sent me, made into Verse;> 813:22,000[' ]| 813:22,001[B ]| In vain I have labour'd the Victor to prove 813:22,002[B ]| Of a Heart that can ne'er give Admittance to Love: 813:22,003[B ]| So hard to be won, 813:22,004[B ]| That nothing so young, 813:22,005[B ]| Could e'er have resisted a Passion so long. 813:22,006[B ]| But nothing I left unattempted or said, 813:22,007[B ]| To soften the Heart of the Pityless Maid; 813:22,008[B ]| Yet still she was shy, 813:22,009[B ]| And would blushing deny, 813:22,010[B ]| Whilst her willinger Eyes gave her Language the Lye. 813:22,011[B ]| When before the Impregnable Fort I lay down, 813:22,012[B ]| I resolv'd or to die, or to Purchase Renown, 813:22,013[B ]| But how vain was the Boast! 813:22,014[B ]| All the Glory I lost, 813:22,015[B ]| And now vanquish'd and sham'd I've quitted my Post. 813:23,000[' ]| <23 The Return.> 813:23,001[A ]| Amyntas whilst you 813:23,002[A ]| Have an Art to subdue, 813:23,003[A ]| And can conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile, 813:23,004[A ]| You Pityless grow, 813:23,005[A ]| And no Faith will allow; 813:23,006[A ]| 'Tis the Glory you seek when you rifle the Spoil. 813:23,007[A ]| Your soft warring Eyes, 813:23,008[A ]| When prepar'd for the Prize, 813:23,009[A ]| Can laugh at the Aids of my feeble Disdain; 813:23,010[A ]| You can humble the Foe, 813:23,011[A ]| And soon make her to know, 813:23,012[A ]| Tho' she arms her with Pride, her Efforts are but vain. 813:23,013[A ]| But Shepherd beware, 813:23,014[A ]| Though a Victor you are; 813:23,015[A ]| A Tyrant was never secure in his Throne; 813:23,016[A ]| Whilst proudly you aim 813:23,017[A ]| New Conquests to gain, 813:23,018[A ]| Some hard hearted Nymph may return you your own. 813:26,000[' ]| <26 Song to Ceres.> 813:26,000[' ]| 813:26,001[C ]| Ceres, Great Goddess of the Bounteous Year, 813:26,002[C ]| Who load'st the Teeming Earth with Gold and Grain, 813:26,003[C ]| Blessing the Labours of th' Industrious Swain, 813:26,004[C ]| And to their Plaints inclin'st thy gracious Ear: 813:26,005[C ]| Behold two fair Cicilian Lovers lie 813:26,006[C ]| Prostrate before thy Deity; 813:26,007[C ]| Imploring thou wilt grant the just Desires 813:26,008[C ]| Of two Chaste Hearts that burn with equal Fires. 813:26,009[C ]| Amyntas he, brave, generous and young; 813:26,010[C ]| Whom yet no Vice his Youth has e'er betray'd: 813:26,011[C ]| And Chaste Urania is the Lovely Maid; 813:26,012[C ]| His Daughter who has serv'd thy Altars long, 813:26,013[C ]| As thy High Priest: A Dowry he demands 813:26,014[C ]| At the young Amorous Shepherds hands: 813:26,015[C ]| Say, gentle Goddess, what the Youth must give. 813:26,016[C ]| E'er the Bright Maid he can from thee receive. 813:27,000[' ]| <27 Song in the same Play, by the> 813:27,000[' ]| 813:27,001[C ]| Pan grant that I may never prove, 813:27,002[C ]| So great a Slave to fall in love, 813:27,003[C ]| And to an Unknown Deity. 813:27,004[C ]| Resign my happy Liberty: 813:27,005[C ]| I love to see the Amorous Swains, 813:27,006[C ]| Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign: 813:27,007[C ]| With Pride I see the Meads and Plains. 813:27,008[C ]| Thron'd all with Slaves, and they all mine: 813:27,009[C ]| Whilst I the whining Fools despise, 813:27,010[C ]| That pay their Homage to my Eyes. 813:30,000[' ]| <30 The Dream. A Song.> 813:30,001[A ]| The Grove was gloomy all around, 813:30,002[A ]| Murm'ring the Streams did pass, 813:30,003[A ]| Where fond Astrea laid her down 813:30,004[A ]| Upon a Bed of Grass. 813:30,005[A ]| I slept and saw a piteous sight, 813:30,006[A ]| Cupid a*weeping lay, 813:30,007[A ]| Till both his little Stars of Light 813:30,008[A ]| Had wept themselves away. 813:30,009[A ]| Methought I ask'd him why he cry'd, 813:30,010[A ]| My Pity led me on: 813:30,011[A ]| All sighing the sad Boy reply'd, 813:30,012@b | Alas I am undone! 813:30,013@b | As I beneath yon Myrtles lay, 813:30,014@b | Down by Diana's Springs, 813:30,015@b | Amyntas stole my Bow away, 813:30,016@b | And Pinion'd both my Wings. 813:30,017@a | Alas! 813:30,017[A ]| cry'd I, 813:30,017@a | 'twas then thy Darts 813:30,018@a | Wherewith he wounded me: 813:30,019@a | Thou mighty Deity of Hearts, 813:30,020@a | He stole his Pow'r from thee. 813:30,021@a | Revenge thee, if a God thou be, 813:30,022@a | Upon the Amorous Swain; 813:30,023@a | I'll set thy Wings at Liberty, 813:30,024@a | And thou shalt fly again. 813:30,025@a | And for this Service on my Part, 813:30,026@a | All I implore of thee, 813:30,027@a | Is, that thou wound Amyntas Heart, 813:30,028@a | And make him die for me. 813:30,029[A ]| His Silken Fetters I Unty'd, 813:30,030[A ]| And the gay Wings display'd 813:30,031[A ]| Which gently fann'd, he mounts and cry'd, 813:30,032@b | Farewell fond easie Maid. 813:30,033[A ]| At this I blush'd, and angry grew 813:30,034[A ]| I should a God believe; 813:30,035[A ]| And waking found my Dream too true, 813:30,036[A ]| Alas I was a Slave. 813:32,000@a | <32 The Reflection: A Song.> 813:32,001[' ]| Poor Lost Serena, to Bemoan 813:32,002[' ]| The Rigor of her Fate, 813:32,003[' ]| High'd to a Rivers-side alone, 813:32,004[' ]| Upon whose Brinks she sat. 813:32,005[' ]| Her eyes, as if they would have spar'd, 813:32,006[' ]| The Language of her Tongue, 813:32,007[' ]| In Silent Tears a while declar'd 813:32,008[' ]| The Sense of all her wrong. 813:32,009[' ]| But they alas too feeble were, 813:32,010[' ]| Her Grief was swoln too high 813:32,011[' ]| To be Exprest in Sighs and Tears; 813:32,012[' ]| She must or speak or dye. 813:32,013[' ]| And thus at last she did complain, 813:32,014@a | Is this the Faith, 813:32,014[' ]| said she, 813:32,015@a | Which thou allowest me, cruel Swain, 813:32,016@a | For that I gave to thee? 813:32,017@a | Heaven knows with how much Innocence 813:32,018@a | I did my Soul Incline 813:32,019@a | To thy Soft Charmes of Eloquence, 813:32,020@a | And gave thee what was mine. 813:32,021@a | I had not one Reserve in Store, 813:32,022@a | But at thy Feet I lay'd 813:32,023@a | Those Arms that Conquer'd heretofore, 813:32,024@a | Tho' now thy Trophies made. 813:32,025@a | Thy Eyes in Silence told their Tale 813:32,026@a | Of Love in such a way, 813:32,027@a | That 'twas as easie to Prevail, 813:32,028@a | As after to Betray. 813:32,029@a | And when you spoke my Listning Soul, 813:32,030@a | Was on the Flattery Hung: 813:32,031@a | And I was lost without Controul, 813:32,032@a | Such Musick grac'd thy Tongue. 813:32,033@a | Alas how long in vain you strove 813:32,034@a | My coldness to divert! 813:32,035@a | How long besieg'd it round with Love, 813:32,036@a | Before you won the Heart. 813:32,037@a | What Arts you us'd, what Presents made, 813:32,038@a | What Songs, what Letters writ: 813:32,039@a | And left no Charm that cou'd invade, 813:32,040@a | Or with your Eyes or Wit. 813:32,041@a | Till by such Obligations Prest, 813:32,042@a | By such dear Perjuries won: 813:32,043@a | I heedlessly Resign'd the rest, 813:32,044@a | And quickly was undone. 813:32,045@a | For as my Kindling Flames increase, 813:32,046@a | Yours glimeringly decay: 813:32,047@a | The rifled Joys no more can Please, 813:32,048@a | That once oblig'd your Stay. 813:32,049@a | Witness ye Springs, ye Meads and Groves, 813:32,050@a | Who oft were conscious made 813:32,051@a | To all our hours and Vows of Love; 813:32,052@a | Witness how I'm Betray'd. 813:32,053@a | Trees drop your Leaves, be Gay no more, 813:32,054@a | Ye Rivers waste and drye: 813:32,055@a | Whilst on your Melancholy Shore, 813:32,056@a | I lay me down and dye. 813:33,000[' ]| <33 Song> 813:33,000[' ]| 813:33,001[' ]| 'Twas when the Fields were gay, 813:33,002[' ]| The Groves and every Tree: 813:33,003[' ]| Just when the God of day, 813:33,004[' ]| Grown weary of his Sway, 813:33,005[' ]| Descended to the Sea, 813:33,006[' ]| And Gloomy Light around did all the World survey. 813:33,007[' ]| 'Twas then the Hapless Swain, 813:33,008[' ]| Amyntas, to Complain 813:33,009[' ]| Of Silvia's cold Disdain, 813:33,010[' ]| Retir'd to Silent Shades; 813:33,011[' ]| Where by a Rivers Side, 813:33,012[' ]| His Tears did swell the Tide, 813:33,013[' ]| As he upon the Brink was lay'd. 813:33,014@b | Ye Gods, 813:33,014[' ]| he often cry'd, 813:33,015@b | Why did your Powers design 813:33,016@b | In Silvia so much Pride, 813:33,017@b | Such Falshood too beside, 813:33,018@b | With Beauty so Divine? 813:33,019@b | Why should so much of Hell with so much Heaven joyn? 813:33,020@b | Be witness every Shade, 813:33,021@b | How oft the lovely Maid 813:33,022@b | Her tender Vows has paid; 813:33,023@b | Yet with the self-same Breath, 813:33,024@b | With which so oft before, 813:33,025@b | And solemnly she swore, 813:33,026@b | Pronounces now Amyntas Death. 813:33,027@b | But Charming Nymph beware, 813:33,028@b | Whilst I your Victim die, 813:33,029@b | Some One, my Perjur'd Fair, 813:33,030@b | Revenging my Despair, 813:33,031@b | Will prove as false to thee; 813:33,032@b | Which yet my wandering Ghost wou'd look more pale to see. 813:33,033@b | For I shall break my Tomb, 813:33,034@b | And nightly as I rome, 813:33,035@b | Shall to my Silvia come, 813:33,036@b | And show the Piteous Sight; 813:33,037@b | My bleeding Bosom too, 813:33,038@b | Which wounds were given by you; 813:33,039@b | Then vanish in the Shades of Night. 813:34,000[' ]| <34 Song.> 813:34,000[' ]| 813:34,000[' ]| 813:34,001[A ]| How strongly does my Passion flow, 813:34,002[A ]| Divided equally 'twixt two? 813:34,003[A ]| Damon had ne'er subdu'd my Heart, 813:34,004[A ]| Had not Alexis took his part; 813:34,005[A ]| Nor cou'd Alexis pow'rful prove, 813:34,006[A ]| Without my Damons Aid, to gain my Love. 813:34,007[A ]| When my Alexis present is, 813:34,008[A ]| Then I for Damon sigh and mourn; 813:34,009[A ]| But when Alexis I do miss, 813:34,010[A ]| Damon gains nothing but my Scorn. 813:34,011[A ]| But if it chance they both are by, 813:34,012[A ]| For both alike I languish, sigh, and die. 813:34,013[A ]| Cure then, thou mighty winged God, 813:34,014[A ]| This restless Feaver in my Blood; 813:34,015[A ]| One Golden-Pointed Dart take back: 813:34,016[A ]| But which, O Cupid, wilt thou take? 813:34,017[A ]| If Damons, all my Hopes are crost; 813:34,018[A ]| Or that of my Alexis, I am lost. 813:35,000[' ]| <35 The Counsel. A Song> 813:35,000[' ]| 813:35,001[B ]| A Pox upon this needless Scorn: 813:35,002[B ]| Sylvia for Shame the Cheat give o'er: 813:35,003[B ]| The End to which the Fair are born, 813:35,004[B ]| Is not to keep their Charms in store: 813:35,005[B ]| But lavishly dispose in haste 813:35,006[B ]| Of Joys which none but Youth improve; 813:35,007[B ]| Joys which decay when Beauty's past; 813:35,008[B ]| And who, when Beauty's past, will love? 813:35,009[B ]| When Age those Glories shall deface, 813:35,010[B ]| Revenging all your cold Disdain; 813:35,011[B ]| And Sylvia shall neglected pass, 813:35,012[B ]| By every once-admiring Swain; 813:35,013[B ]| And we no more shall Homage pay: 813:35,014[B ]| When you in vain too late shall burn, 813:35,015[B ]| If Love increase, and Youth decay, 813:35,016[B ]| Ah Sylvia! who will make Return? 813:35,017[B ]| Then haste, my Sylvia, to the Grove, 813:35,018[B ]| Where all the Sweets of May conspire 813:35,019[B ]| To teach us ev'ry Art of Love, 813:35,020[B ]| And raise our Joys of Pleasure higher: 813:35,021[B ]| Where while embracing we shall lie 813:35,022[B ]| Loosly in Shades on Beds of Flow'rs, 813:35,023[B ]| The duller World while we defie, 813:35,024[B ]| Years will be Minutes, Ages Hours. 813:36,000[' ]| <36 SONG> 813:36,000[' ]| 813:36,000[' ]| 813:36,001[' ]| Phillis, whose Heart was Unconfin'd, 813:36,002[' ]| And free as Flow'rs on Meads and Plains, 813:36,003[' ]| None boasted of her being Kind, 813:36,004[' ]| 'Mongst all the languishing and amorous Swains. 813:36,005[' ]| No Sighs or Tears the Nymph cou'd move, 813:36,006[' ]| To pity or return their Love. 813:36,007[' ]| Till on a time the hapless Maid 813:36,008[' ]| Retir'd to shun the Heat o' th' Day 813:36,009[' ]| Into a Grove, beneath whose Shade 813:36,010[' ]| Strephon the careless Shepherd sleeping lay: 813:36,011[' ]| But O such Charms the Youth adorn, 813:36,012[' ]| Love is reveng'd for all her Scorn. 813:36,013[' ]| Her Cheeks with Blushes cover'd were, 813:36,014[' ]| And tender Sighs her Bosom warm, 813:36,015[' ]| A Softness in her Eyes appear; 813:36,016[' ]| Unusual Pain she feels from ev'ry Charm: 813:36,017[' ]| To Woods and Ecchoes now she cries, 813:36,018[' ]| For Modesty to speak denies. 813:37,000[' ]| <37 SONG.> 813:37,001[A ]| Ah! what can mean that eager Joy 813:37,002[A ]| Transports my Heart when you appear? 813:37,003[A ]| Ah Strephon! you my Thoughts imploy 813:37,004[A ]| In all that's Charming, all that's Dear. 813:37,005[A ]| When you your pleasing Story tell, 813:37,006[A ]| A Softness does invade each Part, 813:37,007[A ]| And I with Blushes own I feel 813:37,008[A ]| Something too tender at my Heart. 813:37,009[A ]| At your approach my Blushes rise, 813:37,010[A ]| And I at once both wish and fear; 813:37,011[A ]| My Wounded Soul mounts to my Eyes, 813:37,012[A ]| As it would prattle Stories there. 813:37,013[A ]| Take, take that Heart that needs must go; 813:37,014[A ]| But, Shepherd, see it kindly us'd: 813:37,015[A ]| For who such Presents will bestow, 813:37,016[A ]| If this, alas! should be abus'd? 813:38,000[' ]| <38 Silvio's Complaint:> 813:38,000[' ]| 813:38,000[' ]| 813:38,001[' ]| In the Blooming Time o' th' Year, 813:38,002[' ]| In the Royal Month of May: 813:38,003[' ]| Au the Heaves were glad and clear, 813:38,004[' ]| Au the Earth was Fresh and Gay. 813:38,005[' ]| A Noble Youth but all Forlorn, 813:38,006[' ]| Lig'd Sighing by a Spring: 813:38,007@b | 'Twere better I's was nere Born, 813:38,008@b | Ere wisht to be a King. 813:38,009[' ]| Then from his starry Eyne, 813:38,010[' ]| Muckle Showers of Christal Fell: 813:38,011[' ]| To bedew the Roses Fine, 813:38,012[' ]| That on his Cheeks did dwell. 813:38,013[' ]| And ever 'twixt his Sighs he'd cry, 813:38,014@b | How Bonny a Lad I'd been, 813:38,015@b | Had I, weys me, nere Aim'd high, 813:38,016@b | Or wisht to be a King. 813:38,017[' ]| With Dying Clowdy Looks, 813:38,018[' ]| Au the Fields and Groves he kens: 813:38,019[' ]| Au the Gleeding Murmuring Brooks, 813:38,020[' ]| (Noo his Unambitious Friends) 813:38,021[' ]| Tol which he eance with Mickle Cheer 813:38,022[' ]| His Bleating Flocks woud bring: 813:38,023[' ]| And crys, 813:38,023@b | woud God I'd dy'd here, 813:38,024@b | Ere wisht to be a King. 813:38,025@b | How oft in Yonder Mead 813:38,026@b | Cover'd ore with Painted Flowers: 813:38,027@b | Au the Dancing Youth I've led, 813:38,028@b | Where we past our Blether Hours. 813:38,029@b | In Yonder Shade, in Yonder Grove, 813:38,030@b | How Blest the Nymphs have been: 813:38,031@b | Ere I for Pow'r Debaucht Love, 813:38,032@b | Or wisht to be a King. 813:38,033@b | Not the Arcadian Swains, 813:38,034@b | In their Pride and Glory Clad: 813:38,035@b | Not au the spacious Plains, 813:38,036@b | Ere coud Boast a Bleether Lad. 813:38,037@b | When ere I Pip'd, or Danc'd, or Ran, 813:38,038@b | Or leapt, or whirl'd the Sling: 813:38,039@b | The Flowry Wreaths I still won, 813:38,040@b | And wisht to be a King. 813:38,041@b | But Curst be yon Tall Oak, 813:38,042@b | And Old Thirsis be accurst: 813:38,043@b | There I first my peace forsook, 813:38,044@b | There I learnt Ambition first. 813:38,045@b | Such Glorious Songs of Hero's Crown'd, 813:38,046@b | The Restless Swain would Sing: 813:38,047@b | My Soul unknown desires found, 813:38,048@b | And Languisht to be King. 813:38,049@b | Ye Garlands wither now, 813:38,050@b | Fickle Glories vanish all: 813:38,051@b | Ye Wreaths that deckt my Brow, 813:38,052@b | To the ground neglected fall. 813:38,053@b | No more my sweet Repose molest, 813:38,054@b | Nor to my Fancies bring 813:38,055@b | The Golden Dreams of being Blest 813:38,056@b | With Titles of a King. 813:38,057@b | Ye Noble Youths beware, 813:38,058@b | Shun Ambitious powerful Tales: 813:38,059@b | Distructive, False, and Fair, 813:38,060@b | Like the Oceans Flattering Gales 813:38,061@b | See how my Youth and Glories lye, 813:38,062@b | Like Blasted Flowers i' th' Spring: 813:38,063@b | My Fame Renown and all dye, 813:38,064@b | For wishing to be King. 813:56,000[' ]| <56 SONG.> 813:56,001[A ]| Cease, cease, Aminta to complain, 813:56,002[A ]| Thy Languishment give o're, 813:56,003[A ]| Why shoud'st thou sigh because the Swain 813:56,004[A ]| Another does adore. 813:56,005[A ]| Those Charms fond Maid that vanquish'd thee, 813:56,006[A ]| Have many a Conquest won, 813:56,007[A ]| And sure he could not cruel be, 813:56,008[A ]| And leave 'em all undon. 813:56,009[A ]| The Youth a Noble temper bears, 813:56,010[A ]| Soft and compassionate, 813:56,011[A ]| And thou canst only blame thy Stars, 813:56,012[A ]| That made thee love too late; 813:56,013[A ]| Yet had their Influence all been kind, 813:56,014[A ]| They had not cross'd my Fate, 813:56,015[A ]| The tend'rest hours must have an end, 813:56,016[A ]| And Passion has its date. 813:56,017[A ]| The softest love grows cold and shy, 813:56,018[A ]| The face so late ador'd, 813:56,019[A ]| Now unregarded passes by, 813:56,020[A ]| Or grows at last abhor'd; 813:56,021[A ]| All things in Nature fickle prove, 813:56,022[A ]| See how they glide away; 813:56,023[A ]| Think so in time thy hopeless love 813:56,024[A ]| Will die, as Flowers decay. 813:57,000[' ]| <57 A SONG.> 813:57,001[B ]| While, Iris, I at distance gaze, 813:57,002[B ]| And feed my greedy eyes, 813:57,003[B ]| The wounded heart, that dyes for you, 813:57,004[B ]| Dull gazing can't suffice; 813:57,005[B ]| Hope is the Food of Love-sick minds, 813:57,006[B ]| On that alone 'twill Feast, 813:57,007[B ]| The nobler part which Love refines, 813:57,008[B ]| No other can digest. 813:57,009[B ]| In vain, too nice and Charming Maid, 813:57,010[B ]| I did suppress my Cares; 813:57,011[B ]| In vain my rising sighs I stay'd, 813:57,012[B ]| And stop'd my falling tears; 813:57,013[B ]| The Flood would swell, the Tempest rise, 813:57,014[B ]| As my despair came on; 813:57,015[B ]| When from her Lovely cruel Eyes, 813:57,016[B ]| I found I was undone. 813:57,017[B ]| Yet at your feet while thus I lye, 813:57,018[B ]| And languish by your Eyes, 813:57,019[B ]| 'Tis far more glorious here to dye, 813:57,020[B ]| Than gain another Prize. 813:57,021[B ]| Here let me sigh, here let me gaze, 813:57,022[B ]| And wish at least to find 813:57,023[B ]| As raptur'd nights, and tender days, 813:57,024[B ]| As he to whom you're kind. 813:89,000[' ]| <89 A SONG in Dialogue.> 813:89,001[B ]| Silvia, when will you be kind, 813:89,002[B ]| Ah, Silvia, when will you be kind. 813:89,003[C ]| When Constancy in Swains I find, 813:89,004[C ]| Ah, when Constancy in Swains I find. 813:89,005[B ]| Ah my Silvia, you're too Fair, 813:89,006[B ]| E'er to give me cause to change, 813:89,007[B ]| Ah! do not let me then despair, 813:89,008[B ]| For my Heart's not given to range. 813:89,009[C ]| Men will Sigh, Protest, and Weep, 813:89,010[C ]| Ah! what a coyle with love you'll keep, 813:89,011[C ]| Till our Blushes you o'er-come: 813:89,012[C ]| Ah! till the blessing you have won, 813:89,013[C ]| Which, having once obtain'd, you fly: 813:89,014[C ]| Or if, by chance, you linger on, 813:89,015[C ]| Can see us Dye, can see us Dye, 813:89,016[C ]| And Triumph when we are undone. 813:89,017[B ]| Oh! may my Flocks forget to feed, 813:89,018[B ]| And Wolves into my Sheepfold break: 813:89,019[B ]| May Heaven forget me in my need, 813:89,020[B ]| And thou disdain me when I speak, 813:89,021[B ]| If ever I thy Love betray, 813:89,022[B ]| Or with false Vows thy faith rapay. 813:89,023[C ]| Then take my hand, which ne'er to Swain 813:89,024[C ]| Was render'd, on the score of Love: 813:89,025[C ]| But, oh! I give it you with pain, 813:89,026[C ]| For fear you shou'd Inconstant prove. 813:90,000[' ]| <90 Another SONG.> 813:90,001[' ]| Morpheus, Morpheus, God of Sleep, 813:90,002[' ]| This Hero from all danger keep, 813:90,003[' ]| Let soft Dreams around him rove, 813:90,004[' ]| Dreams of kind delights in Love. 813:90,005[' ]| What-ever toyls pursue the day, 813:90,006[' ]| Do thou at Night chase all away. 813:90,007[' ]| Make soft Garlands for his Head, 813:90,008[' ]| With Roses and with Poppies spread. 813:90,009[' ]| Let soft Musick fill his Ears, 813:90,010[' ]| Musick from the Tuneful Sphears, 813:90,011[' ]| While Cupids round his Couch still play, 813:90,012[' ]| And wanton in the breaking day. 813:98,000[' ]| <98. A SONG.> 813:98,001[A ]| 'Tis not your saying that you love, 813:98,002[A ]| Can ease me of my Smart; 813:98,003[A ]| Your Actions must your Words approve, 813:98,004[A ]| Or else you break my Heart. 813:98,005[A ]| In vain you bid my Passion cease, 813:98,006[A ]| And ease my troubled Breast; 813:98,007[A ]| Your Love alone must give me Peace, 813:98,008[A ]| Restore my wonted Rest. 813:98,009[A ]| But, if I fail your Heart to move, 813:98,010[A ]| And 'tis not yours to give; 813:98,011[A ]| I cannot, wonnot cease to love, 813:98,012[A ]| But I will cease to live.