And sung the great Creator's praise
To all the bless'd above;
So when the last and dreadful bout
This crumbling pageant ball devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead Mall live, the living die,
And Music Mall untune the sky.
N a bank, belide a willow,
Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow,
Sad Amynta figh'd alone :
From the chearless dawn of morning
'Till the dews of night returning,
Singing thus she made her moan :
Hope is banish'd,
Joys are vanishid, Damon, my belov'd, is gone !
II. Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and such a lover ; Oh! so true, so kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature ; Damon liv'd alone for me ;
Melting kisses,
Murmuring blisses :
Who fo liy'd and lov'd as we!
III.
Never shall we curse the morning
Never bless the night returning,
Sweet embraces to restore :
Never shall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love supplying
All the joys he drain'd before :
Death come end me
To befriend me;
Love and Damon are no more,
YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,
Felt an innocent warmth, as she lay on the
green : Shehad heard of a pleasure, and something she guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her
breast: She saw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their fighing, and kissing so
By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And sighing and kisfing,
And sighing and kisling so close.
II.
Ah! she cry'd; ah for a languishing maid,
In a country of Christians, to die without aid !
Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least,
Or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest,
To instruct a young virgin, that is at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kisling fo
close ! VOL. II.
By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kissing,
And sighing and kissing so close.
III.
Cupid in shape of a swain did
appear, He saw the fad wound, and in pity drew near; Then show'd her his arrow, and bid her not fear; For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear: When the balm was infus'd, she was not at a loss, What they meant by their fighing, and kissing so
By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And sighing and kissing,
And fighing and kissing so close.
A Choir of bright beauties in Spring did appear,
year ; All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds
in
green ;
The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen:
But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did say,
I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.
II.
While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our shore,
The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more :
The soft God of pleasure, that warm'd our desires,
Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires :
And vows that himself, and his mother, will mourn,
'Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.
III.
Forbear your addresses, and court us no more ;
For we will perform what the Deity swore :
But if you dare think of deserving our charnis,
Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms:
Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn,
When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx, return.
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