All the joys he drain'd before: To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more. S V.. A SON G. I. YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth, as he lay on the green : She had heard of a pleasure, and fomething the guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast : She faw the men eager, but was at a lofs, What they meant by their fighing, and kissing so close ; And clasping and twining, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. Ah! fhe cry'd; ah for a languishing maid, And clafping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. Cupid III. Cupid in shape of a swain did appear, He saw the fad wound, and in pity drew near; And clafping and twining, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. VI. THE LADY's SONG. I. A Choir of bright beauties in fpring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the thepherds in green; The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen: But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did fay, I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away. II. While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our fhore, The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more : III. Forbear III. Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more; Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms : Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan, and his fon, and fair Syrinx, return. VII. A SON G. I. FAIR, fweet, and young, receive a prize Referv'd for your victorious eyes : From crouds, whom at your feet you fee, As I from thoufand beauties more II. Your face for conquest was defign'd, No graces can your form improve, For after dying all reprieve 's too late. VOL. II. P A SONG. A SON G. VIII. HIGH ftate and honours to others impart, That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, fo fervent a fire, I beg for my own. So matchless a bleffing; That empire is all I would have. Love's my petition, So give up my game. Wretched I, to love in vain! Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain: Ever fcorning, and denying To reward your faithful fwain. Cloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain : Kifs me, dear, before my dying; Kifs me once, and ease my pain! IV. Cloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain : But, repenting, and complying, When he kiss'd, the kiss'd again: Kifs'd him up before his dying; Kifs'd him up, and eas'd his pain. |