SONG I. At St. Olyth, &c. 3T St. Ofyth by the Mill There lives a lovely Lafs; Oh! had I her Good-will, How gaily Life wou'd pass! No bold intruding Care My Blifs fhou'd e'er deftroy, Her Smiles wou'd gild Defpair, Her artless Beauties charm Like them, with Joy ferene," The lift'ning Swains around Forget the fhort'ning Day. Health, Freedom, Wealth, and Eafe, Referv'd my future Share, And grant it all in her, SONG II. Flora, Goddefs, &c. F All her wonted Charms refuming, See a grand Pavillon yonder, Of the Court, and of the Field. Breathe their Plaints in melting Strains à Lo! what Splendors round us darting, Blefs'd by Love, and crown'd with Flow'ts, F Love be a Fault, and in me thought a IF How great my Offence, bear ye Witness, O Time! The Days and the Nights, and the Hours, as they roll'd, You know may be felt, but are ne'er to be told. One Day pafs'd away, and faw nothing but Love, Another came on, and the fame thing did prove: The Sun it grew tir'd still to look on the fame, But I grew more pleas'd when the next Moment came. I faw you all Day, and, each Night, with new And yet ev'ry Day was to me as the first: And whilft this remains, reft unenvy'd ye Kings, True Lovers hereafter this Wonder fhall tell, The Cause of my Death is for loving too well, SONG IV. If ever, &c. F ever, Damon, you shou'd rove, If walking in fome fhady Grove, Think how I weep oppreft with Woe: When you are abfent, I complain : Where you behold the fetting Ray May reprefent me to your Eyes: SONG V. Come, dear, &c. Ome, dear Amanda, quit the Town, 'Tis Love and Beauty all we fee! And perfect May to fpread the Rofe, And wifely crop the blooming Day; For foon, too foon it will be Night, Arife, my Love, and come away. SONG VI. Colin's Complaint. F Air Phabe, withdraw thy bright Rays, And hide thee behind some dark Gloom. Thy Beam my Confufion betrays, Which Darkness had better become; See how the chafte Profpects inflame, Each Object feems touch'd with my Shame, Kind Echo, thy Accent restrain, And filently hear all my Woes; Thy Babbling offends my falfe Swain, And upbraids him with Breach of his Vows. 5 Tho' the Language that flow'd from his Tongue Left he become wretched like me. In your Place let Deformity grow; And Damon the falle was her Theme; Her Cheeks a wan Colour o'erfpread, Her Eye-lids were clos'd with a Gloom, Adieu, my falfe Shepherd, the cry'd, And breath'd out her Life in a Groan. YE SONG VII. E Shades, where fragrant Zephyrs blow, And fhed around their rofie Dew; Where whisp'ring Waters gently flow, And faithful Turtles fondly coo: Where I fo oft have heard my Swain, My fa thlefs Damon tell his Pain. How gay, how fweet was ev'ry Flow'r, That dreft the Margin of each Stream, Where fondly Damon figh'd and fwore, And Vows and Love were all his Theme? The Stream, the Flow'rs, the lift'ning Shade All! all have heard the Vows he made. But fince my perjur'd Damon flies, The Rofe that deck'd the lonesome Bow'r, Unheeded buds, unheeded dies, Its dewy Fragrance charms no more : |