A PASTORAL SONG BETWEEN PHILLIS AND AMARYLLIS, TWO NYMPHS, EACH ANSWERING OTHER, LINE FOR LINE. [PHILLIS.] FIE! on the sleights that men devise! [AMARYLLIS.] Heigh-ho! silly sleights! When simple Maids they would entice, And men, once caught, they soon despise! If any Young Man win a Maid, By trusting him, she is betrayed! Fie! upon such treachery! If Maids win Young Men with their guiles, Heigh-ho! guileful grief! They deal like weeping crocodiles, I know a simple country Hind; To whom fair DAPHNE provèd kind. He vowed, by PAN, with many an oath: She had deceivèd many a Swain, And plighted troth to them in vain. If every Maid were like to me; Heigh-ho! hard of heart! Both Love and Lovers scorned should be! Scorners shall be sure of smart! If every Maid were of my mind; Heigh-ho! heigh-ho! lovely Sweet! They to their Lovers should prove kind! Kindness is for Maidens meet! Methinks, Love is an idle toy. Both wit and sense it doth annoy.. Well, AMARYLLIS, now I yield! Love conquers both in town and field! SOME there are as fair to see too; But want beauty to their stature. Some have gracious, kind, behaviour; Only you, in Court, or City, TO CUPID. LOVE! if a God thou art; Then evermore thou must Be merciful and just! If thou be just; O, wherefore doth thy dart Wound mine alone; and not my Lady's heart? If, merciful; then why Am I to pain reserved? Who have thee truly served: While She, that by thy power sets not a fly, Laughs thee to scorn; and lives at liberty! Then, if a God thou wouldst accounted be; Heal me like her! or else wound her like me! 1 STREPHON'S PALINODE [In order to show the corresponding rhyme-system of these two Poems, apparently the only ones of this kind in the Literature, their answering rhymes are here numbered (1), (2), (3), &c.—E. A.] STREPHON, upon some unkindness conceived, having made show to leave URANIA, and make love to another Nymph, was, at the next solemn assembly of Shepherds, not only frowned upon by URANIA ; but commanded, with great bitterness, out of her presence. Whereupon, sorry for his offence, and desirous to regain her grace, whom he had never forsaken but in shew; upon his knees he, in this Song, humbly craves pardon and URANIA, finding his true penitence, and unwilling to lose so worthy a Servant, receives him again into greater grace and favour than before. SWEET! I do not pardon crave, Till I have, By deserts, this fault amended! This, I only this, desire, May, with penance, be suspended! Not my will, but Fate, did fetch Which to plague, no tyrant's mind Into this unhappy error: Like my heart's self-guilty terror! (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (II) (12) |